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- plinky prompt : what i miss about childhood
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I don't miss -anything- about being a kid.
Being a kid rocked. And sucked. Probably in equal parts, in retrospect.
However, I do think adults put too many barriers on -everything-. We could learn a thing or two about how to behave if we kept some of our kidabilities.
I prefer how children can just be so brutally honest about all the thoughts they have. We could be just as unprejudiced as children and enjoy everything around us just a little more. And on enjoyment: I love seeing wonderment in a child's face. It's magic. If you're open to it, it jumps from the child to you in a second.
As grown-ups we tend to filter our thoughts, words, and actions. We're protecting ourselves and others from ourselves. It's really quite sad, quite often. I -try- to behave like a kid everyday : laughing too loud, talking too much, expressing thoughts best forgotten, and giggling when someone likes me, really really likes me.
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- plinky prompt : this movie always gets to me
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Seriously, the fact that it is based on accurate historic information (they did their research, down to the motif on the plates) kills me. Titanic was a huge tragedy, of course it resonates. And by god, I even rooted for Jack to get the girl - so sue me.
First time I saw Titanic was at the movies with my roommate; I cried after the 1st half and to the end credits. Not little emo-tears either. I was silently sobbing. The next time I saw it, I was crying after the first 30 minutes because I knew what was coming.
Shit that gets to me in this movie :
-The children being put to bed by their mother, while the bed around them floats on ice-cold water.
-The musicians.
-Rose getting off the lifeboat.
-The instrumental music.
-The mementos at the start of the movie, when Old Rose first gets back to Titanic.
-The tears in Old Rose's eyes.
-The old men having their brandy.
-Everything sad.
Don't judge me. I tried to think of something cooler but couldn't.
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- plinky prompt : what i believe (or don't)
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Religion - especially as it stands in 2010 - doesn't get all that much love from me. We haven't come that long a way when we can trace most of todays racial inequalities to religious discrimination. I'm pretty convinced that whatever higher power exists also didn't agree to being ensconced in stale buildings where an often power/money hungry dictator tells people how to truly adore him or her.
However, I do think of myself as spiritual.
I want to think there is a commonality to all life, and that there are forces we don't understand. I like mystery, I find beauty in things I can't explain. I believe in karma, in positive thinking, in no-mind, and in many other eastern practices. Eastern philosophy & religion come closest to what I strive for. Buddhism, especially, with its focus on the individual. Taoism and its zenifying (!) practices. But also Hinduism and it's thousands of deities, beliefs in karmic retribution & reincarnation (which I don't believe in, but appreciate the message of).
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- plinky prompt : 200 words (or so), real fast
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There once was a boy who was loved by a girl. He said to her I do, but really he meant, do you? And she said she did, but really she meant, please love me too. They walked in the park, and they talked in the dark. And they kissed, and they danced, and they blissed and romanced.
So one day the boy awoke and the girl she was gone; and not a word had she spoke, not a clue had sh wrote.. The boy looked for her here, he looked for her there. He looked for her absolutely everywhere. He couldn't understand, found no clue - not a strand. After a time - quite a very long time - left alone without even a dime, he decided he had to forget the girl. Had to get another girl. And another. Another. And another one yet.
He went on with his days, he resumed his old ways. He drank, and he stank, and he drank and he sank.
Now the girl she was here. The girl she was there. The girl, yes my dear, she was absolutely everywhere. But she was so upset that the boy could forget, that she never stopped just a second to take stock. She was now just a smoke, something one must evoke. If she'd known, she'd have shown the boy that he was not alone. But she went in a rage, remained stuck in her cage.
And the boy, well the boy, it wasn't that he didn't care; no the boy, well the boy he simply couldn't, wouldn't dare. He fell sad, it got bad, but somehow he was glad.
'Cause the memory of the girl, and their walks and their talks, even when he drank, and even when he stank, it made him smile - his eyes wide. His eyes wild.
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- plinky promt : what i'd say to my 16-year-old self
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Poor kid. You know, it's not like you're the only teenager feeling inadequate. You play it off and that's perfect, because guess what? You grow up and out of this stupid age, girl. You fill in, you become bolder. That nerdiness of yours eventually ends up attracting the right people to you. It may have been a slight plague in highschool, but adult life does not shun smarts (and adult life lasts longer than highschool, dear).
And you know what? For one of a multitude of reasons, almost everyone feels like you do at 16. Life at 16 sucks as much as it rocks. And those people around you who truly are absolutely loving themselves at 16? Look at them... they will be the exact same people in 10 years, 15 years. This is all they will be. And at some point soon, it ceases being enough. You have to grow out of your teens. And you will. But they aren't likely to.
In fact, I know a lot of them didn't.
Luckily, I've a little insight for you. You become something really good. You grow up to be loved, and you make a little you that you adore. You have friends that care and respect you. You are smarter, sexier and curiouser about everything than ever. You're kind of special for an ordinary girl.
You had it pretty easy too at 16, to be honest. Even as a 16-year-old nerd with huge glasses and braces. You were in classes with people like you, were never bullied or made so much fun of that you would start hating school. Sure, boys didn't give two shits about you, but trust me: that all changes; and sooner than you think.
Now although there won't come a time when you'll want to go back to being 16, you'll never grow up to regret those years either. So enjoy the age, especially armed with the knowledge that shit only gets better from here.
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