Buses vs. walking, the environment, and the sorites paradox

Holy mother of all beetroot-and-watercress-eating-iguanas was that a complicated Tuesday to organise. Just trying to figure out who's getting transport with whom, what time Minya and I were getting the bus, when we were all going to meet up, was Gerry coming, the realisation that we weren't just going shopping, we were going to see a film ("Oh, shit, wow, I didn't realise... what are we watching?" "That's still to be decided") and then money issues. Transport was an issue unto itself, but eventually we resolved most of this. All goes to show that teens seldom put in a lot of forethought <3.

You know, I really don't get why we feel the compulsive need to share every single god-damned aspect of our lives

I'm a blogger who several times a week will write posts telling you guys about some of the things I believe and why, and often carelessly including sensitive information about myself. If you go to my Profile, you will find similar information, probably a reference to my Facebook page. People who are good at searching paper trails would have no trouble at all locating all my various accounts, largely under three or four of the same names, almost all with the same email address, or a similar email format.

I make absolutely no effort to conceal a thing about myself. I shamelessly publicise all sorts of information about myself. Why?

Useless

Critical Thinking lessons are really useful in some respects, in that they inspire interesting discussions, and they get people thinking. And then, they are also a reminder of the common attitudes that get on my nerves.

Some things to do when you're bored

A theory that I still hold but haven't well tested is that often, when it comes to the question, we know the answer, but not how to get it out of ourselves. I find one way that sometimes helps me is to actually try to help someone else, and that allows me to think more effectively about what I'm trying to do.

I get bored very easily, and now and then when it's seriously bad, to the point of indifferent lethargy, I google "Things to do when you're bored." The problem is that everything I find seems to be written by people who were so bored, they just tried to amuse themselves by writing a bunch of crazy shit, which is of no help to people who are actually bored, and provides only a bit of limited reading. So I wrote a bunch of crap down to try and help me with boredom, and I thought I'd share my ideas - omitting all the ones that are very specific to myself.

Non-conformism (once more) - When it becomes conformism

I think that for now, at least, this is the last time that I touch on this subject, but I promised a third part and here it is.

The Esoterium of Elliotus

Go there. Nao.

http://esototus.blogspot.com/

So an epic friend of mine started a blog, apparently inspired by mine, so I wanted to write a post telling y'all that there's a new blogger on the block! :D. Go check him out in a bit, and stay tuned on Esototus for when he puts moar stuff up ^.^.

~Love Leonidas

Non-conformism (again)

Thirty years ago, it would - I am told - have been fairly normal for a black person to be referred to as a nigger, and for a gay person to be arrested. Today, "things are different" in developed countries - racism is more subtle and less socially acceptable, and anti-gay bigotry is also rendered more subtle. Both are still problems, and where discrimination has "disappeared", new forms of discrimination have cropped up in its place.

You know, I really didn't do things the right way around.

When I started school in Year 7, I was a real goody two shoes, genuinely terrified of the idea of getting a detention, and I went red hot whenever I got told off in any small way whatsoever. I often did my homework on the day, once got a positive referral, and usually revised really well, artfully, too.

As I got through school, got a few detentions and got used to teachers telling me off, and once I started to realise just how much I despised the academic system, I got lower and lower, until I've reached the point I am now: apathetic about exams, doing sporadic work that is invariably last-minute if not in class, forgetting about a lot of my homework...

I really should have done it the other way around: started out crap and got better.

Ah well.

~Love Leonidas

Non-conformism

So a friend of mine has a friend that - while being civil to me - hates me. It's little bother to me as I'm not huge on him in the first place, but what's curious is why he hates me, and that my friend dislikes the same thing about me.

I don't like this

I'm tired of this constant feeling of uninspiration, ideas flowing out of me slower than the human race becomes sensible. I'm tired of this constant sporadic anger that just comes generally out of nowhere, even after the happy times. I'm tired of something that isn't even a big deal at all and shouldn't be, but because I don't know how to deal with exams, it is. I'm tired of being a disorganised, lazy procrastinator and not having the will to do a damned thing about it. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of not caring.

I don't like this. This is shit.