A Little About Me

a little about me

hi! i see you've found my blog

i post and reblog random stuff here, and this is my favourite child of my accounts

here are the others btw if you were interested @themovementsoflife (photography), @naughtsimpossible (poetryy), @thespeakinglingering (talkers), @thecatholiclingering (my very Catholic blog)

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anyways, i just wanted to let you know what we're all about here, and i'll be on my way, and you can be on yours too:

i've never felt comfortable giving out my real name, so you can call me whatever your heart desires! (i'm he/him tho);

i'm a devout Catholic, and some of my fav activities include play my guitar, talking with people, and reading!

i enjoyy:

poetry

writing

music

making music

cats

dogs

people

my bed

music

learning new skills

music

meeting new people

writing

and others (i can't remember all of them😭)!

i also take a large interest in languages and etymology, and i hold it true that my linguistic spirit animal is user 'etymology_nerd' on youtube

the variety of music i enjoy is too broad, so let's just put it as 'anything but bad country' (altho i do especially enjoy green day, korn, beach bunny, jack johnson, boywithuke, and others)

i'm not sure what all i'll post here, or what accounts will get made over time, but i'll be sure to update this as things happen

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okay, that's all!

if you want to talk with, chat with, or ask questions about, me i'd be more than happy to!

now you may be on your merry way, i've held you long enough

stay strong out there

wait, one quick thing

i use the tag #4 for a lot of things for some reason? so if you see that, just know, it serves no real purpose, and i just enjoy it

oki now bye!

#me #i think there's something so beautiful about bill watterson's calvin and hobbes though #he didn't accept money for it #he considered it art #which it is #it covers some important issues and shows a masterful combination of childhood innocence and that same innocence when skewed through an adult mind #not to mention that calvin's imagination is one that inspired me and my brother to try and time travel using a cardboard box #simply because we believed in it

calvin and hobbes

you're correct, it is most certainly a bad thing that i went to bed at one last night and am now up at 7:30 because i couldn't fall back asleep

I think one of the most valuable things out in the world is love, right? Like, if you look at someone who's loving, and someone who's not so loving, the one you'd gravitate towards would naturally be the loving one, right?

Seems reasonable, but I've noticed another factour important to the equation as well: Those who have been shown love are gravitated towards by others sometime more often than those who were hardly ever loved.

I know far too many people others avoid or insult simply because they cannot control what they've been accustomed and conditioned to do; They were not loved or/nor accepted in their youthful, impressionable days, and now they don't have a concept of love.

I don't even mean love for a partner, I just mean love for others. Their parents raised them on diminishing love for each other, their friends were in the same place, and no love was there to grow them to be loving.

The same thing can happen, say, with accents. I saw another post on here about someone who went to a camp with a girl who had a British accent, yet none of her relations were British, not one kin of hers. The reason she had the accent was because her parents faked one until she was 12, so she would gain the accent through influence. Not a bad thing, simply an analogy.

If your peers and guardians judge, you will probably judge upon first sight as well. My friends make fun of each other for fun, but it often leads to them (unintentionally) bringing others down with them. All because they weren't shown love.

Here, at the end, I beg you: Show what love you can. This a relative request, meaning some may be so conditioned against love that it's a task to show much; so show what you can. It doesn't have to be towards another person, either. All I ask is you show love. Show it to yourself first. Then work outwards.

Most importantly, I'm proud of you for doing what you can so far. It can't be easy. Keep it up, and take it a day at a time, be a little day, or a massive task of a day.

Let me tell you all a little story.

My little brother was young, I was young (I don't recall what precise age, but somewhere around 5 for him and 9 for me), and our household at the time was pretty lively most of the time people were home. For reference, our living room, kitchen, dining area, and stairwell were all openly connected, with the only wall residing between the kitchen and then living room.

Our dining area was the access to the garden via sliding glass door, so it was always well-lit during the day, and the furniture consisted of a large wooden table, chairs, and a shelf with a 20 gallon fish tank on it.

WELL ONE DAY business is going about as usual, everyone's mulling about the gaff, when this massive crash comes from the dining room. My mother heard it first, rushing to the scene to deter anyone from approaching the affected area.

I come bolting down the stairs with all the pent-up energy of a 9 year-old boy who heard a catastrophic sound, and when I reach the scene of the crime, I see the following:

My mother, standing towards the edge of the dining room in complete disbelief and/or (let's be honest, it's both) horror, revving her maternal engines to deal with this as well as she can;

My brother, standing next to the fish tank, with a smile that seemed like he had just drank a quart of his beloved chocolate milk (which is another story);

And about 10 gALLONS OF WATER AND THE OCCASIONALLY SPACED DANIO FISH LOITERING CASUALLY ON THE FLOOR, WHO HAD ASSUMABLY JUST COME FROM THEIR 12 TO 12 IN THE FISH TANK THROUGH THE NEWLY INSTALLED ENTRANCE OF A MASSIVE 6 INCH HOLE

Now you must understand, outside of the glass doors leading to the garden sat a concrete patio to stand on (or sit or dance or do whatever you're into I suppose), and flanking that patio on either side is a rock patch full up on well over fist-sized rocks.

See, what had happened, as evidenced by the new resident of the fish tank (a rock the size of my little brother's head), was that my little brother had taken a massive rock into the house, and thought to his little self, 'hm, what can one do with a rock', and then proceeded to SMASH the ROCK into the FISH TANK. WITHOUT HESITATION.

So overall, my brother nearly replaced the 'two birds, one stone' metaphor with 'screw it, rocks'll take out anything'.

Disclaimer for the fellow animal-lovers here, my mother saved every last fish that day