Okay after about two months of experience with Tumblr, I have to make my judgment.
Reddit and Tumblr are both equally addicting, but something about Tumblr just butters that up by so much. It’s much more personal. You have friends reblogging and expressing their interests and thoughts. Friends are like-minded people, so you would have some of the same interests as them. That’s brilliant! You follow other blogs that you find interest in, and, like that, we have a living and breathing ecosystem of like-minded individuals.
Reddit may be heroin of the internet, but Tumblr is definitely the feel-good feeling. Reddit is a big extended family that ranges across different subjects. Each sub-reddit is a different family of people. You have the circlejerking sensationalist atheists in r/atheism and the die-hard Christians in r/christianity. Both sub-reddits are filled with life and differing opinions. But what makes reddit amazing is that you have the choice to be a part of a multitude of communities. You don’t even have to engage. It’s a aggregate of your favorite subjects. Lovely!
At the end of the day, both sites are lovely. I can immerse myself with like-minded people and communities that share the same general interests as me. I can laugh my butt off on both sites, I can cry at both sites, I can share ideas and receive feed back on both sites, and definitely never regret wasting my time on both sites.
It’s still a better love story than Twilight. /end
Nymph in honest symphony.
My inspiration to convey and expel my thoughts and feelings come from the purest form of art. Music is wonderful, music is bliss, and music has power in emotion. Though I find myself listening to music on occasion, I often find myself contemplating the constructs that make this reality. These abstract concepts and rhetorical questions we evaluate are not to be answered, but appreciated.
A nymph is a mythological creature, usually in the form of a woman, that is as close to beauty as you can get. The purest form of beauty. And symphonies are associated with music and harmony. Nut when we put these two words together and form the title of this piece, Nymph in honest symphony, we produce beauty in bliss and harmonious emotion.
What does this all mean? Why does it matter? It doesn’t, or at least it shouldn’t.
We are emotional creatures, but we’re also rational ones. However, these two seemingly unrelated things come into conflict more than a few times during the course of our life. We connect with others and we feed that connection with lust. As I define it, lust is anything with an ulterior motive. Lust may be a personal connection with someone, sexual or not, or something fueled on greed. I will use the former definition because that is the penultimate, if not the ultimate, pain we put ourselves through.
We set ourselves up for discourse as soon as we involve ourselves and invest emotions. Rules are meant to be broken? Well, emotions are meant to be crushed. We put so much focus on the negative and never on the positive. I’m probably a fool for posting this, but I find it absolutely insane that we have more bad days than good.
An unexpected thing can make you happy for a while, but a small act of disapproval will keep your head hanging for the rest of the day. I don’t know. We just set ourselves up for disappointment.
We never take what we have into consideration. We only take what we don’t have for scrutiny. Blah, it’s confusing. I shouldn’t get involved with anything anymore. I used to preach my daily routine as: Eat, Sleep, Die. Those three functions are the things I would always respond to the question, “What is the purpose of life?” Well, I’m a lazy bastard, so discount me for that.
I have a pretty skewed perception of the world. A lot of people will say that isn’t the case. Often, people will tell me I’m just being a realist. Life is shit, yeah. Yeah, actually, no. Life isn’t shit, it’s what you put in your life that is shit. In general, we do put shit in life that shouldn’t be there. It’s maddening.
My perception of the world loves the romantic aspects of future’s past and the renewed thinking of the future’s present.
The idea that people communicate solely on text messages and instant messaging never clicked for me. I’m more of a traditional person in that regard. But you can’t say that because I said that, I’m prohibited from ever using such mediums. That would be selfish. We use what’s given to us, and that pertains to the nu-style of communication.
I love how the way communication works in the fashion that is immediate. Look! We have revolutions and movements starting from and organized on the internet! It’s brilliantly amazing. It has flaws, but it still moves me.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. I used to call my old blog (blog.baldwinc.com) Baldwin’s Ramblings. Then I changed it to Complexity Unraveled. Argh, I feel as if I’m too complex and reserved that no one could understand me. I’ll just put my faith in STEM: Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics.
Nah, who am I kidding. I’m relatively simplistic, too. I can be as normal as normal is defined, but I can be as complex and rational as that goes. I’m an American and I’m also Asian. You’ll easily find something that all American-Asians have in common in me. I love TV Drama, hilariously stupid cartoons, cute pictures of cats and dogs, and things that emotionally move me. I feel wholeheartedly disconnected though. I don’t care about how I look. I only care about functionality. Jeez, if we never made it a social norm to wear clothes, I’d definitely be among those who wouldn’t wear clothes. HAH, probably not. Though this functionality idea in my mind really speaks about how my personality is… I don’t judge on the content of your looks, face, color, or race, I judge on the content of your personality.
My life thus far has been so confusing and mixed that I was formed. Yet, I can be as normal as normal can be. I can go on and on about specific subjects… whew. I miss having conversations with people where both parties just go at it. They’re very rare. poo, I’m rambling too much. I’ll just get right to the point.
Nymphs in honest symphony. I’m bias, I’m weird, I’m stupid, I’m poo, I’m a guy. Peace is hard to come by; but every so often, I find a person or a group of people that just make me happy. That is beauty enough for me. If you can look past how I look, maybe you’ll find this interesting character you’ll eventually call Baldwin. Hi there! Hokai, now bye.
In a series of rambling crap I’ve been churning out lately, I present to you… Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
I’m not the most elaborate or eloquent writers in the world, but I express myself in the most concise way through a wall of text. No one has to read it. Heck, pretend you never even saw my avatar as you scroll down through endless oblivion you call the Dashboard. It really doesn’t matter to me. If you’re not my audience, don’t be my audience. I’m not looking for an audience; rather, I am looking for personal peace with myself.
Here’s to another wall of text! *Sips Starbucks*
We’ve mostly heard of the adage phrase, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” While your English teacher may create a detailed interpretation of what this means, I will provide my perspective. I normally read this statement and realize that its meaning relates to, “how much I’ve had of your deception, and I won’t fall prey to it once more.”
That’s how I normally view and understand it. But words are art, we aren’t confined to one specific view or understanding. I’ll restate what I said in my previous rambling: We’re rational beings. Let us make our own decisions and our own realizations. Let us confide in things we truly find happiness in. Let us forget the social barriers we set up and become who we want to be. For the past month, my computer has been cycling through different images every thirty minutes for my desktop wallpaper; and at the most prime moment, I always get the Be Original wallpaper to appear.
There are so many quotes that I’ve willingly embraced over my life. The top ones that have stuck in my mind have always been an iteration of Carpe Diem.
Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish. Seize the day. Don’t regret what you’ve done, but regret what you could have done. Be original. Be yourself. All of these permutations of Carpe Diem must have some significance, right? If they appear so often, then maybe it’s time to seriously realize it’s something we all want.
This Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. conundrum has also forced me to just sit down and think. If we literally take this phrase apart, we see that we don’t want to make foolish mistakes. Yet, why do we continue to embrace foolishness? Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish.
Idiocracy in the mind and spirit… we want to be ourselves. Yes, shame on us for following that path, but who cares? We find joy, absolute bliss. I mean, isn’t that what we all set as a goal for ourselves? Happiness?
We live through so much sorrow and crap that we fail to realize that we do get stronger. But yeah, we’re idiots. I know. We love drama, but we also hate it. Whatever happened to following our heart? We constrict ourselves to a meaningless arbitrary system of society that means absolute bonkers.
On the inside, we’re all little Disney princesses wanting everything. We want attention, we want that perfect man/woman in our life, and we want respect. What is the deal with shyness and timidness? Yeah, you’re crazy. We know that. Just express yourself. Let’s forget this idea that we must hide everything.
Actually, forget everything: your past, your present, your future. What matters is irrelevant. Now piss off. Stay Hungry, Stay Forever Foolish, and Seize every day.
