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  1. Have you ever wondered why people are promoting moralism so much these days? It disgusts me. No satire intended.

    We hear all the time that we should think of others first, and smile at everyone, and be tolerant of everything. We hear that true contentment does not come from personal endeavors like finding easy ways to adorn our pockets with currency, or looking "beautiful," but rather comes from constantly being a moralized person.

    To an extent, sure. I agree that having money is not the key to contentment, nor is standardized pulchritude. That philosophy also seems to be entwined with this fact: When someone realizes that something is wrong with their outward appearance, or their personality, they tend to over-react, and put their entire lives into re-consideration.

    Notice how I say some people. Keep in mind that it's impossible to pin-point one integrated sociological idea for everyone.

    Anyway, over-reacting, or trying to "fix yourself" is not a very effective solution to finding contentment in life.

    You probably think that I'm getting at this point: being moralized and putting everyone first is also not a very effective solution to finding contentment in life. I don't believe this. Being socially moralized is probably the best way to find contentment.

    But do I want that? Do I want to go through life putting others first?

    Answer: no.

    Will being totally self-centered bring me happiness in life?

    Answer: no.

    Do I really want to go through life being content?

    Answer: no.

    I want to go through life being myself. Is a moralized and mannered person me? No it is not.

    Today I got dirty looks for not helping an old woman across the street. That was humorous.

    By the way, if you've gotten thus far in my literature, I would like to cordially inform you that there is no "common theme" or conclusion to this. And I will now close with this sentiment:

    70 days until Guy Fawkes Day! and...
    34.5 hours until Bird Lady's Class!
  2. Having my penis attracted to other penii can be kind of humorous. Especially for someone like me who finds it hilarious when people die in the end of a story. [Like at the end of Madame Bovary, when she poisoned herself and wanted to die shortly after all heroically, but didn't. Priceless.] I just love irony and the use of satire in this world and I'm not afraid to use it.

    Sex is everywhere in this world. Why should we be afraid of it? What's the use in being afriad of it. It appears in everyone's thoughts, more frequently in some people than in others. Sex is beautiful and funny and awkward and why should we not embrace it? It is ironical, and it is full of satire. Perfect for me. Sex is the ageless allegory. And with that sentiment, here we go ...

    I got asked out by a vagina today. I'm not sure what motivated her. I'm not sure what made her think I was straight. I mean I have all of Aaron Carter's CD's and I play the jazz clarinet. But I guess those are just meaningless sterotypes, which are bad. [Stereotypes are good. Use them whenever possible.] Anyway, I was talking to a freshmen summer school english class today about Raskolnikov's character development in Crime and Punishment today. Afterwards, this vagina named Samantha [I call her Tulip] asked me out on a date. I told her I was gay. There was an awkward silence. Then I laughed. She looked at me with the most distored look upon her guise, as if she didn't understand that this was a very laughing matter. Then she left the room. I love teaching. :D

    Some people tend to think gay people are awkward. Have you ever noticed that people expect coming out to be a big ceremony? My coming out definately went under the radar, and people are totally clueless. Which is hilarious.

    One of these days, I'm going to go out w/ a girl, just to see if people notice anything wrong. I bet they DON'T. :)

    In conclusion, sex is full of irony, satire, and allegory [Just like Lolita :rolleyes:] and we should be proud of that fact, not afraid of it.
  3. Yuck. I haven't done this in a while, but it's a very personal one:


    nor-mal/-adjective 1. conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural

    With every life comes it's differences...Throughout that life will come problems, and with each problem the answer is soon to follow. The way of life now is to be normal...Not stand out and be a different person...being scared to show who you really are...and when you do you get labeled: jock, prep, geek, whore, bitch, gay, lesbian. Yet, these are the things that make people who they are and seperate us from the kid next door. Recently I took a test using myself as the subject, just to see how people would react to the smallest in what clothes you are wearing (etc. I came to school that day wearing skinny jeans, and eyeliner.) I would like to know why people judge others because of differences in appearence...and how people react so greatly to a change of style. Over the past couple of weeks I have found out who I really am....I happen to be gay. I have friends who support me with it all the time, and I am proud of them for standing with me in my decisions. Now it is a challenge for me to tell everyone I love, for I fear they will not care for me anymore...I believe that when you lie it is harder to tell the truth, and keeping a secret from most of my friends is like telling 47 lies at the same time...making it harder and harder to tell the truth...I find it hard to tell people my true feelings in any other way, so i am using this blog to tell all of you the truth....

    Truth [trooth]-an obvious or accepted fact; truism; platitude.
  4. I wonder if I Halloween was in December, would little fat children go out and get candy in the cold? It's a paradox. A lot of kids get exercise going about halloweening and such, but they rot their teeth out and gain seventy seven and a half pounds. You also have to take into account the lazy little snots that have parents who escort them from neighborhood to neighborhood.

    I dunno. Why do we celebrate Halloween? Oprah never celebrated Halloween as a child. I actually don't think she was ever a child. She just popped out of an artificial womb an overly-analytical black woman with a southern-turned-northern twang.

    Chad, the coolest friend in the world, is taking Driver's Ed at school with Mr. Scott, and he got into a wreck and said "WHOA!" in a really deep comical voice. Chad, for some odd, unexplained reason, got a recording of it on his cell phone. Maybe that's why he got in a wreck?

    Alexa, my girlfriend, said my name should be Xerxes.

    By the way ... Check out my new poem: A Verse From The Poet As A Young Man. I really like it; My poetry is really starting to improve on an aesthetic level. I'm satisfied.

    I wish I had six fingers on my right hand. And four on my left. That would be grand.

    Yours Truly,​
    Michael Saget.​