Who Do You Do?

Today, everyone is selfish. But, even if its harder to believe, is that in our past we were even worse. Just, before I continue, I must say thatI believe in re-encarnation, doesn't matter what religion I was born into, but. Its just something I believe. But, to continue. If you follow my path of re-encarnation, you will see how we used to have lives, different, similar, far, near, old, young, happy, sad, etc. etc. If you look back at the past, at peoples actions through the years. Of the horrible things we've done. How we treated people, just because of the color of their skin. Could you stomach this now, how you probably treated them in a past life? What would happen if you found out, you were Hitler? That millions of people's death are on your soul. Not your hands, its a new body. Not your mind, you have no recollection, you have different memories, you have different reasoning. It may not have been you, but when and if you leave the planet, as the Egyptians would say, your heart would way a ton, and be refused the boat of everlasting peace. We had wars, some could be your doing, some may not. You may be one of the heroes, you could have the sensibility of Abraham Lincoln, or you may have the courage of Harriet Tubman. If you are the relatives, or her soul, I thank you, I thank anyone related to a hero. I thank anyone who has that courage, I thank everyone who has the relations, and I thank everyone who may or may not have that soul.

But, people work and work today to be remembered. So, I'm sorry all scientists who are going for a noble piece prize. If you cure cancer, you will be beloved, you will have life on your soul, you name will be put in history books, but its not going to be your name that comes to peoples minds right away. I'm sure Harriet Tubman didn't think that anyone even knew what she truly was doing, or that she'd be remembered. That she'd be honored, looked up to, admired, loved, and thanked daily for what she did. Everyone now, since there is such a rare unequal oportunity, but people want to be remembered. Who cares about being rememberd? Do something meaningful! Do something important! Do something that will leave an impact! Do something that will help people from one person to over a thousand! Just help! Just do what you can!

We have come along way, since our blame, violence, and insults. But, we still have along way to go. We can't stop! We must continue! We must rush in the times needed! We must slow to see our audience! And, we must be happy with us, with you, and with everyone who hasn't done something wrong to loose your smile. Be happy till the screw up. Its pain enough having a muted smile, but high volumed words. We must be us! We must be happy with the time we have in one body! And, we must do something different in our next life! Improvements is all were made of, don't stop. Don't be mad. Be you, help you, help him, help her, and help the next person who moves you.

What is Giving Up?

What is giving up............me. What am I giving up.........everything. Why am I giving up.......because they force me to. They force me to give up my opinion so they didn't have to hear an argument. They force me to give up my right to speech because they were to tired to talk. They forced me to give up my happiness, because they found it to much of a difficulty to live with. I hate my dad, hate him, but when my parents divorced I lived with him for four years. I HATE HIM. I spent four years with him miserably, because everybody says it will be easier on everybody but me. Why did I have to give up the right to be comfortable and happy. Now that I'm doing something for myself, everybody wants me to stand down for themselves, but I'm just sick, sick, sick, sick of it. This is for me no one else, why do they think this has anything to do with them. This is for me, so everyone just shut the fuck-up! Ohhh, and that's not all. I'm treated more like a shield then a person. They throw me in front of everything, like I wont mind. In front of my brothers high hormonal inbalance, in front of my dad's asshole behavior, in front of my mom's decision to ignore me, and most of all they expect me to do all the things they don't want to do. And none, none of them will do anything for me, even after all the shit I do for them, I am forced to do all my activities alone. When do I get a vacation?

King Lear

I must admit not that the play or even good written by William Shakespeare, the artist, the talent, the one-who-we-as-people-writers-and-thinkers-compare-ourselves-to-him. But, why, oh why King Lear? No color, no purpose? An average asshole who we gets old and senile man looks back at his life through the most judging prejudice eyes and sees what an asshole he is. The only difference in King Lear is a few incidents that have no real relation to the king at all are happening around him and his craze striken mind. Daughters of jealousy isn't that like every teenage modern romance books, including the old tale of Cinderella. What's new there?????? Then he had to add another asshole to the play that just stirs up more jealousy between the two sisters. Duh....Duh....Dahhhhhhh!!!!! No foreshadowing necessary when you meet that pricks character. Obvious, No Plot, No Purpose, No Color story of King Lear. If I wanted to see a soul less asshole resent brilliant people, incompedent people, and every one in between I would have taken a video bio of my dads life, past, present, and future, you would find no difference except for the size and type of family the story would be the same.

Attention Spands, Concentration...Are They All Worth It?

Psychology, psychology, what is it really? A fancy name used for emotional understandment. But, don't we all have that for others, not even psychologists have a detector or there own emotions. But, heres a question I'm sure they thought of, is being our own enemy a good thing or a bad thing? It gives us the ability to know our ticks and try to avoid them. But, is that healthy? Ignorance ia a virtue of the count down release. I call on all parents every where to answer this question, how mnay times have you told your kids that practice makes perfect? 100, 1,000 before the age of 5........hypocritical. But, before I say my opinion, I'll say your rebuttle. "Ohh, but we have kids we live with annoyances," but all I have to say to that is buh-bih-buh-bullshit.Lies and lies make this world go bye. How many times have you kids heard these famous lies stretched to believability? "Honey shhh, I'm doing the work that pays for that music," or even "You're so good that you should wait till your alone so you can connect with your musical side?" p-p-p-please...
But, are these lifestyles forcing ourselves to psych our selves out. Our life of ignoring our annoyances might have grown to such a perpetually level that we are selves grow to annoy our selves. We don't have the history, or even the background to learn to ignore that voice. Which makes it harder to to calm our selves because we find that high, loud, annoying voice has a better argument for the court then we do. Have we grown to love these lies so much, we ruin our cinderella stories where were not only cinderella, but the fairy godmother who makes our own fairytales. We know our hates, or don'ts but we don't know our likes and do's. Is that why we can't rebuttle the jury in our head to calm ourselves on a adventire, or journey? Do we concentrate on it too much. Are our attention spans to attentitive? All the scientests in the world, I must say what are you fucking talking about? "Too much TV lowers our attention spans" Bull!!!!! Maybe you think that now, because of all the technology that comes out with are right to learn what we like, but truth is we don't care about what your blabbing. we focus on us, our friends, and our mysterious likes? Because none of us know ourselves that well......is it our fault? Or is it that we are surounded by the diverse societies which give us more of a chance to hate, then wait an like??????? I don't know how to find out what I like to rebuttle any situation, butI guess it's like one scientest I will agree with; Thomas Edison " I didn't fail 1,00 times, I learned how to not make a lightbulb 9,999 times, and 1 way to make a light bulb."

Planning

Planning is a skill that is supposed to be important in our lives, but is it really? Over the course of our lives schools has based their timelines on preparing us for life, and giving us the tools we need to survive society. Planners, homework, projects, test, quizzes, etc. etc. But, the other purpose of these items other then to teach us the information, it's to organize our lives around what we need. But, do schools make it to hard to prioritize? Tests, Quizzes, Finals, Projects, Homeworks, 9 a day, 3 a day, 10 a day, sometimes even three finals a day with homework in every class, and a finishing project or paper. If we can't focus on one thing, how are we expected to excel in a subject.........Is that what schools are focussing on.......The information or the preparing us for school...........Is it possible that if we raise the bar too high that we all know that the bar is too high we wont try and our society will fail? Maybe in ten years we wont make any, any at all medical improvements? In a 100 years will we bring back dead Donald Trumph give him back his old comb-over and hope he can save us from ourselves? I don't think so. An item a day is a focus a day. Focus on one thing my guess is you absorb more knowledge, don't you?

Excuses, Excuses

I'm am sick of all the lies, and I'm am sick of all the excuses. Good parents should be able to punish their kids if duely notided. My parents are not good parents. I get in trouble all the time for standing up for standing up to myself against my brother. I get in trouble, they say you shouldn't react, that you shouldn't be bothred. But lets just face it that's a whole lot of bullshit.My brother has ADHD, so everybody feel sso sorry for him, but let's face it. ADHD is just something that makes it hard to concentrate, it doesn't turn you into an ass. Which is the excuse my parents have been using fo rthe past fourteen years. I am sick of all the harrasments, I am sick of all the mental abuse, sometimes even physical from Brendan. Everyday of my life I have been tortured in my parents hell spot they call a home. And they wonder why I try and stay in my room, and why I never invite friends over. I don't want to be ridiculed by my hateful family in the eyes of the only people who care about me.
Parent ssay I need to be eve all the time, BUT THATS BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!! just punish the ones that wrong, they say you can't react to what they say. THEY REACT< PARENTS ARE JUST BIG HIPPOCRITS! Service our real due, you dead end parents. Your son is a hatefull act. Oh, and mom, talking doesn't work you arragant ass. Dad, yelling at both of us doesn't teach us anything you menta abuser.Would you finaly learn something get your son some help, and leave me the hell alone.

School

Does anyone find it weird when a teacher emails your parent about your progress? Not telling the kid is just hiding them from the truth, so they can't improve just right. They don't know, because the teachers are too scared to tell the kid to their face. We'll that's just a character flaw of someone who has the responsibility to help us, to tach us, to prepare us for the world where some people are shy in their opinions and others are vocal. How does emailing someone that your related to help burden anything, how does that prepare us for life like the purpose of school. All teachers look for is what they ask for, what about something else notable. Or noteworthy. Something a teacher doesn't look for. Their perspective, their view, their courage in writing something that people didn't agree with.

Thomas Edison was a famous inventor that did three years in school, but quit after some hurtful reparte about his mental capability. But, that didn't stop him, he continued to invent work and use the logic in his heart, not in his head. There are so many people in the world who are afraid of the current, so they stay on shore. But, they can build their surf board or their boat. Which one do you think the leftovers will pick. The safe, easy, smooth boat. Or the curvy, fun, dangerous surfboard. Teachers are told what to look for. But, with their focus on, they miss out on all of the things there told not to look for. They look for errors. They look for machanics, word choice, voice, etc, etc. But, what about beliefs, opinions, affections. The only way for a teacher to be a real teacher is to understand their view and grade them on that, being a teacher isn't a title it's a way.

Abraham Lincoln did play by the rules, until things got a little out of hand. He listened to his advisers not prepared for this big, unexpected, turn of the axis. After a spread out of the comfort zone, out of the expected eyes, out of his teachers (advisers) he made plans for peace. He made plans for equality. it scared others, and it cost him his life. I know what your thinking, that if you will die why should you do that. Well, this is what every cheesy speaker at schools tries to come across. That Abraham Lincoln lived so long ago, but we talk about him. We study him. Psychologists try to understand him.

But, it's just us. You don't have an audience, you don't have a critical looker. But, that is a teacher. They try to show us our mistakes and fix them, but they don't tell us about the good things we do. It's an error line detector. A liscenced teacher is a critical magnified glass, a teacher of life and knowledge, is a news giver good and bad. Understanding and compassionate.

Cheated

Have you ever felt cheated, swindled, and deceived? I have many times, all for my teeth. Teeth the one thing you shouldn't worry about. Years ago teach weren't looked at for admiration, they were used to chew any morsel of food that falls in your mouth. Now they have to be in a certain place, look the certain way, and be just like everybody else. But, now we have all types of different cares for our teeth. Whitening, cleaning, flossing, dentistry, and orthodontics. Well, I'm sick of all the orthodontics. Eight years I have worn these braces, haven't complained, I have done everything they told me to do. Each year they drag me along, saying that at the end of the semester, they will come off. Then FIVE WEEKS ago they told me they will come off in THREE WEEKS, now here I am, FIVE WEEKS LATER with having two appointments since that announcement. I guess they miss-read my teeth, because once again I hear the normal song by the end of the semester, "by the end of the semester," but then when I say I want them off, they say your a minor, you can't make that decision. "You have to look at it in the long run," what long run? What o they think years from now I will regret having them off, saying that I get lectured. Our age should not matter in our judgment, our maturity should matter. I WANT THEM OFF! Nope your family turns on you to listen to a professional, or a money feeding scoundrel. Now, I have to be stuck with them for the rest of my life, that folks is being cheated. So, now I am staying home from school because of the pain it's causing me. I also can't eat till twelve, when I haven't even eaten all day. I'm starving for hunger, but full of pain, and backstabbing emotion.
That's all for now folks, get on to your medal free meals.

Rebellious

Do you ever feel your letting someone down? Someone you don't want to? I do. For some reason, my parents chose to give away there imagination to limitations, I would rather die then do that. I would rather be a kid my whole life, including when I'm 85 years old. I don't know why you would take your whole life and throw it out the window, just to be a lawyer. In my view a lawyer is a person who can or can't lie to make a quick buck. I don't see how that is any different from the black market. Lawyers scream and shout what's on there mind, but most of the time the people don't choose to hear it but are forced to hear it. Like jurors, do they choose to be called up and hear the argument of people they don't even know. How can they make a decision if they don't know the people personally, so how would they know what the best thing for them is???????? Lawyers force people to hear there words, they don't let people choose it. How do they help people, when sometimes they can't even help themselves. But since I know the things about court hood, lawyers, and the law I still don't want anything to do with it. I don't choose to hear about it, I think my dad has always secretly wanted my brother and I to become lawyers. So he started to teach us, and tutor us when we were younger, very sneakily. When ever my brother asks my dad how his dad was, his face leans into a grin like he is happy to shoot another chance of teaching us more about the limitations of your screaming, and someone who has the TITLE of more authority, that controls your actions and manners in the courthouse.

Then just a week ago my dad and I have a mutual conversation on the car ride to school. I use a few big words, and h smiles, like he succeeded at something. Then says "Harvard law school, here we come." I couldn't believe it. I just wanted to jump out of the car.

Another time was when I told my dad I wanted to be a teacher two years ago. Do you know what he said? He said, "You know that doesn't pay much." I couldn't believe it, when I tell my dad the passion i have decrypted he talks about the pay. I don't care about the money. I still to this day want to teach. Teachers are the one who make an impact.

And now that I have a teacher that is happy when he makes kids work there butt off, and doesn't show a little bit of pride, or any significant into the work we wok hard on it. He says it's not good enough. But because I'm not an accelerated learner, but have a very great athletic ability, I don't deserve any thing. But, my brother there concerned about him, they get him tested, they don't believe in me they just criticize me.So there was class I have trouble with, everybody does, but no if that happens to me, I get told I'm an idiot.

I want to write, leave my imagination open. I want to tell stories that impact people. I want them to choose to hear my words. I want them to help people feel good. I want to help people take a better understanding of things. But, for some reason adults choose their career choice by money, and what there good at, but not what there heart beats for. I want to keep an open mind. I want to have fun. I want to be me. I don't want to be what they want. I want to show my true colors. So, you know what???? They'll have to get used to disappointment. Because this is me, who I am, no money related, no black and white colorings, and no yelling and screaming for someone who I don't really know, and don't know how I could truly help these people if I don't know them.

Adult Advise

How many things do adults say to kids? What percent of that verbal transitions between adult and kid is advice? What is the most popular advise that is said? Adults tell kids, or parents tell children? It's that "Even if you don't start the fight, that doesn't mean you have to finish it"(by my mom and dad). But, the trouble I have understanding that advise is two things. One, how do you block your natural insects, and walk away from an annoying erg that bites at your lip. When somebody is mistreating you, or annoying you, people usually don't walk away form that. The second thing I find riveting about this piece of advise, is that what percent of the adult population actually doesn't just give advise but uses it as well? I think you'd fined that most of the adult population can't ass there own advise into their own lives, as much as they suspect children to do. The parents I know that have siblings, always say that, but when parents don't start a fight, they always try to finish it. My parents fight all the time, and always say this to my brother and I that even when one of us doesn't start the fight we will both get in trouble for participating. But, my parents can't use there own advise, it's even there jobs. It might not even be there fight, but they do participate in the nonsense, with each others, or outsiders. You can't block nature, but you can try to control it. Most people don't learn that, most adults don't understand it, most adults don't care to learn it. Many adults think since there an adult they have wisdom, but they don't know anything that they knew before. Even when you have a year more to your age, it really is just another day that adds to your number by one. Adults are hypocritical verbal abusers of advise, and narcissistic.

Boarding School

I don't know the thoughts people have in there heads. Especially people my age, everyone is different, and everyone is going through different things. In my life, I just wish I could go to boarding school. Some people want to stay home, they like their home, and their families. But not me. My home is weird, because guess what I don't have a home. I have houses. Not a permanent home, that I can stay in, I move every two days. But who knows, my parents may just get so sick of each other that one might move to California, or Missouri. My brother is unmanageable, who has random mood swings and such a big mamas boy. My family is hell, because were not a family, we never were. Even before the divorce. All we are is a group of people gathered under the same roof with different interests and looks, all we share is a common DNA link in our genes. Other then that all we are is a group of people forced to live together by the law, with uncountable amount of arguments about the quality of the lowest amount. I just wish I could go to a boarding school with no more surprises, and covering my head under the pillows from the yells and screams over homework. Where I had my friends, not my family. Boarding school is a cry of heaven to my ears. Boarding school is a light I wish I could stand under. Boarding school is what I really need. I just hope that it's co-ed.

Understanding

Above me is just the beginning of a book I'm working on. If anyone tries to copy it, they will be arrested for plagiarising, I do have it copywrited.

Second Part Of Series

"Boo," I jump a little but not enough for anybody to see. I turn around and face Ronny and Edgar. There always trying to scare us. But it never works.

"You guys might want to stop trying that your going to get somebody hurt some day." I tell them looking them straight in the face. They start cracking up like , like, like, well I don't know I never seen anybody crack up as hard as this before. Except on my 7'th birthday, my dad told this stupid joke then somebody jumped in and saved my dad's ass. They didn't stop for a week. It was unbelievable. But I think they were just laughing whenever he was around so they didn't hurt his feelings. "Okay okay," I say waving my hand at them meaning that enough was enough.

"How are we going to hurt you by saying the word boo?" Edgar asked still with some hysteria in his voice.

The DREB Series

"Bye mom," I yelled as I was walking out the door with my 40 pounds backpack. Every so often I wish I had some one to give me a ride to school instead of walking every day, with the 40 pound backpack. Because of my dad's job he makes everyone in my family unavailable to give me a ride, I guess I'll just have to wait 3 more years until I get my drivers license.

My name is Brooke I'm 14 years old, and my dad's the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.!!! I'm an only child but sometimes I wish I had an older brother or sister, then I smell the fresh air of reality. For most kids going to school is a drag, but for me it's the freedom of being myself and no one expecting so much from me.

"Brooke over here," I turn to the left to find my best friend Danielle here before me. It's a revolution when that happens usually she's late to class everyday. I start my journey to catch up to her.

"Hey," I say as where waiting outside the doors of school. "How did you get here so early?"

"My older brother got his license this weekend. He's driving me to school now on."

"I still don't get how you woke up. On sleepovers you wake up at two in the afternoon when you where supposed to leave at 9 in the morning."

"I have to wake up on time or I'm going to make Jason late to his classes, since he has to go to the other school."

"So lucky!! I have to walk here with this thing on my back," I say pointing to the boulder on my back. I take it off so she can feel it. Danielle try's and lifts it but then falls to the ground. 

"How did you get that on you back?" She asks me.

"Trust me it wasn't easy we had to get my mom my dad the chefs and the servants just to lift it off the ground. Seriously the real deal." Looking at the face Danielle made. made me crack up it's so funny she's was mouthing OH MY GOD over and over again with her eyebrows creased together.

When Danielle's was all spazzed out she said "We'll maybe my brother could give you ride with us."

"Really that would be great. Thank you."

"Your Welcome."

"Because I'm going to get a hump on my back by the time I graduate." I knew I was blabbering but I couldn't help it she's my best friend she knows I have blabbing issues.