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Last night was eventful to a great degree...in fact, probably one of the most interesting nights for awhile, besides two nights before when I managed the first hug from a person of the opposite sex in a year and talking for ten hours to a girl, who, I could certainly see being my soul mate.
I went to a local pub, because I had to pick my drunk sister who just broke up with her boyfriend. Yeah, looks like I made the right decision to quit my job. No one else would've taken care of her.
Anyway.
I came to find out a lot of things about my ex fiancee last night. That's fine. I've talked about it to a few people, there's no point in me discussing it in here because it is rather unforgettable, the information I now know to be true. I will always love her, truly, and I really hope that some day I can make amends for what I /did/ do wrong, and I know what it is I did wrong now, without a single doubting thought.
I met Dale Sheckler, who, by all means, is not a bad guy necessarily, although I have to admit I find it suspicious that he would with one breath complain about her leaving him and be already picking up another girl that very night. He is a hypocrite, no doubt, that much is obvious. If he was not one, he would take time to understand exactly what has gone on in his life, and if he really loved her, he would be trying to get to where I am mentally and emotionally.
He's not a good man, in so far as his basic nature is concerned. He might treat people well, however. Even a 34 year old with a brain injury should not be going after teenagers, or letting them go after him.
In said bar, I started a rather major ruckus that lasted a good half an hour because I proclaimed myself a Communist. I suppose I could've chosen my words slightly more carefully but the significance of the point stands. It was a great thing, allowed me to see my purpose more clearly. I probably made a good deal of people think about things they hadn't thought about it awhile, such as how the United States has enough nuclear warheads to blow up the entire world once over. Or how there's glaring similarities between pearl harbor and 9/11 (approx. 2300 dead in both events, returned a hundred to a thousand times more to the -race- that perpetrated it - The Middle East and Hiroshima/Nagasaki, specifically)
I know I brought up Karl Marx, fine, but he wasn't the only person proclaiming socialism to a degree. Einstein, Bertrand Russel. Doing what is good for all people, /not just ourselves/.
It felt really good to argue for what I /know/ is absolutely right. Maybe capitalism can do the greatest good for humanity, but it certainly doesn't look like it right now. And certainly some things need to change. And no one could disagree with that, except for maybe the one lonely guy who proclaimed that my age prevents me from having this discussion seriously. "Have you read karl marx?" I rebutted, to which I received no reply.
Obviously, my lack of a job affects my "credibility" now. However, I must note - my employ at a lumber mill was not aligned with my purpose, which is to do the best that I can do for humanity. Until I find a job that is aligned with that, or allows me to more closely align myself with that goal and purpose, I will not be employed. Plain and simple. I am not going to feed this monstrous machination we call our system.
I went to a local pub, because I had to pick my drunk sister who just broke up with her boyfriend. Yeah, looks like I made the right decision to quit my job. No one else would've taken care of her.
Anyway.
I came to find out a lot of things about my ex fiancee last night. That's fine. I've talked about it to a few people, there's no point in me discussing it in here because it is rather unforgettable, the information I now know to be true. I will always love her, truly, and I really hope that some day I can make amends for what I /did/ do wrong, and I know what it is I did wrong now, without a single doubting thought.
I met Dale Sheckler, who, by all means, is not a bad guy necessarily, although I have to admit I find it suspicious that he would with one breath complain about her leaving him and be already picking up another girl that very night. He is a hypocrite, no doubt, that much is obvious. If he was not one, he would take time to understand exactly what has gone on in his life, and if he really loved her, he would be trying to get to where I am mentally and emotionally.
He's not a good man, in so far as his basic nature is concerned. He might treat people well, however. Even a 34 year old with a brain injury should not be going after teenagers, or letting them go after him.
In said bar, I started a rather major ruckus that lasted a good half an hour because I proclaimed myself a Communist. I suppose I could've chosen my words slightly more carefully but the significance of the point stands. It was a great thing, allowed me to see my purpose more clearly. I probably made a good deal of people think about things they hadn't thought about it awhile, such as how the United States has enough nuclear warheads to blow up the entire world once over. Or how there's glaring similarities between pearl harbor and 9/11 (approx. 2300 dead in both events, returned a hundred to a thousand times more to the -race- that perpetrated it - The Middle East and Hiroshima/Nagasaki, specifically)
I know I brought up Karl Marx, fine, but he wasn't the only person proclaiming socialism to a degree. Einstein, Bertrand Russel. Doing what is good for all people, /not just ourselves/.
It felt really good to argue for what I /know/ is absolutely right. Maybe capitalism can do the greatest good for humanity, but it certainly doesn't look like it right now. And certainly some things need to change. And no one could disagree with that, except for maybe the one lonely guy who proclaimed that my age prevents me from having this discussion seriously. "Have you read karl marx?" I rebutted, to which I received no reply.
Obviously, my lack of a job affects my "credibility" now. However, I must note - my employ at a lumber mill was not aligned with my purpose, which is to do the best that I can do for humanity. Until I find a job that is aligned with that, or allows me to more closely align myself with that goal and purpose, I will not be employed. Plain and simple. I am not going to feed this monstrous machination we call our system.
