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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Oct 27, 2004 22:22:14 GMT -5
Elbie.. ye don't just give away penguins.. I'll have ye know that I DO NOT condone penguin trade. Stop selling penguins as slaves!!!
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Post by Mippin on Oct 27, 2004 22:23:56 GMT -5
Indeed. Penguin trafficking. The penguins are now a sovereign people. They have rights.
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Post by elberethvarda on Oct 28, 2004 10:03:16 GMT -5
A'course they do! But I gave nor sold no penguins! It was a Pengiun! Which is a very different matter indeed...
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Post by Mippin on Oct 28, 2004 17:27:28 GMT -5
Analysis of a Hug
Considering I've been hugged far too excessively as of late, by many, many people, I've decided to go into just what a hug seems to portray. No two hugs were quite the same, see, unless it was a hug from the same person. I'm certain the different feeling of the hug comes from what I think of the person, as opposed to anything physical, really.
In one case, I was hugged, and felt very nice. Warm and fuzzy, indeed. But it was also rather chilling in some way. Not sure what that's supposed to mean. Well, maybe I am, but that's another story. Needless to say I'm rather fond of the person 'oo hugged me that time, but it was awkward in a round-about kind of way. Yes.
Then I was hugged by someone I nearly...loathe. So it felt like I was being weighed down, or hit, almost. It was annoying, and obnoxious. Not at all warm and fuzzy.. just a nuisance. Clearly that one spawned from dislike, but she also hit me before hugging me, and clamped her arm around my neck...
Now, another person hugged me, and that just felt like I was being weighed down, or restricted. This person hugged me... a lot. And I'm not sure how any sort of feelings tie into it, because I actually don't quite know the person 'oo hugged me.. o.O
The next person 'oo hugged me... well, that was just a bloody generic hug. No feelings attached to that one. Just a person.. hugging me. Would've been nicer if 'e didn't.. but 'e did, anyway. *shrug* He's kind of domran.. don't really know 'im too well.. he's funny in some cases, but mostly seems to just be full of himself.
Then there's the half-hugs... which are kind of like a person trying to hug ye, but doesn't really... 's hard to explain, but I'm sure ye all know what I mean, yes? Well, there was one person 'oo did that, and that was alright.. kind of warm and fuzzy, but not terribly.. Yep. That person is really quite nice, and rather amusing, so there's no odd feelings towards 'im.. Nope.
In essence, anyone I had any sort of problem with, it seemed to kind of show up in the hug. Weird, neh? Then the person who I had absolutely nothing against, well that was just a nice hug. So my conclusion is that hugs are based heavily upon feelings. Yes...
Thus ends my analysis of the hug! *steps away from the lecturn*
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Post by Mippin on Oct 28, 2004 21:06:17 GMT -5
Tech is strange. My teacher gives us inspirational quotes to help us with depression. I was fine up until he mentioned 'emotional prison', 'hurt by you', 'long time ago'... >.> Seriously, these quotes seem more like the kind of thing that would depress you.. not inspire you.. Meh.. maybe it's depressional quotes to help us with inspiration...
Anywho! Some lyrics for thought:
Falling Away with You
I can't remember when it was good Moments of happiness elude Maybe I just misunderstood
All of the love we left behind Watching the flash backs intertwine Memories I will never find
So I'll love whatever you become And forget the wreckless things we've done I think our lives have just begun I think our lives have just begun
And I'll feel my world crumbling I'll feel my life crumbling I'll feel my soul crumbling away And falling away Falling away with you
Staying awake to chase a dream Tasting the air you're breathing in I know I won't forget a thing
Promise to hold you close and pray Watching the fantasies decay Nothing will ever stay the same
All of the love we threw away All of the hopes we cherished fade Making the same mistakes again Making the same mistakes again
And I'll feel my world crumbling I'll feel my life crumbling I'll feel my soul crumbling away And falling away Falling away with you
All of the love we've left behind Watching the flash backs intertwine Memories I will never find Memories I will never find....
Not sure how that pertains to anything.. but.. um.. yes.
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Post by Mippin on Oct 30, 2004 12:08:46 GMT -5
Observations from the Mip:
We live in a world so complex, that the simplest gesture becomes the most heart-felt. Everyone wants money, but those who have it tend to be the sorriest folk ye'll ever meet. We live in a world where no matter what we have, we take advantage of it, until we don't have it. Are we so blind to what we have been blessed with? Why is it that a thought is so much more powerful than a material gift? A good deed is considered to be something you poured your heart and soul into, yet those who have never really done so claim to be good samaritans.
Ever notice how nothing seems to be good enough for people, unless it's a person that seems to have nothing at all? Ever think about how everyone seems to pity the poor, and yet they seem to enjoy the simple things in life?
Why are we so bound to material things, when that which we cannot buy seems to penetrate the deepest in our emotions?
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Oct 30, 2004 13:15:41 GMT -5
It's because we're afraid. Deep emotions are penetrating, and people don't like to be invaded.. they involve massive amounts of trust, and people are scared. They involve commitment, and people don't like to commit. They involve love, and people have forgotten how to love. They involve hurt, and no one wants to be hurt. They take great amounts of time and energy, and no one thinks they have any time or energy to spare. Deep emotion shows someone's vulnerability, and people are frightened of being vulnerable.
Our society teaches us to be islands, to be tough and isolated and alone and care only for ourselves.. and so making a leap into deep emotion takes a great amount of courage, and some people are too scared to jump and swim across.
And so people hole themselves up and try to fill the void, the massive gaping void in their souls, with material things, and the more they try to fill it the more they lack, so they go until they're frantically throwing things into a hole that keeps getting larger.. and we stew and wallow in our despair and think that if only we had such and such, we would be happy, and everything would be alright.. And we shut ourselves off from others by doing so, and every time we throw something illegitimate in the void, we become further from those we should be getting closer to, and it becomes harder to go back...
And everyone's so complicated and materialistic and self-centered that just devoting yerself to someone else can mean the world to them (and it should, anyway). And devoting yourself to someone takes so much time.. people care more about the things and causes they've devoted themselves to, usually to their own ends, and giving that up for someone else can be so hard for them.. so they usually just.. don't.
And everyone's got that void - there's a void that needs to be filled by other people, but ultimately even other people can't fill it.. because there's a void that needs to be filled by God. So, in a way, trying to fill the God-void with people is just as bad as trying to fill the people-void with things..
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Post by elberethvarda on Oct 30, 2004 17:10:54 GMT -5
Wow. That was very... I don't know exactly.
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Post by Galadrie*snackle*den on Nov 1, 2004 21:10:01 GMT -5
I'm going to have to read that over a few times before I can safely say that I sorta kinda understand what you're saying. ;D
-Menelien
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Post by Amarië on Nov 10, 2004 20:05:33 GMT -5
Concerning hugs, I see exactly what ye are talking about Mip.
Random hugs are always.. odd. Especially when a person hugs you one week, then about two weeks later, you end up pushing them across the courtyard for abusing hobbits. Well, I actually don't know why I was hugged in the first place. The person just hugged me when I was walking by. Then the next few days they seemed a bit annoyed... I didn't exactly hug them back.. since I was kind of.. walking to my seat. That could have been why..
As for the rest, I will not comment now. I'm not sure I have the time and understanding at the moment.
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Nov 11, 2004 12:07:25 GMT -5
*collects everyone's random hugs*
We can't waste these things! They should be given to charity! The starving children in Africa need hugs; they should be given to them!
*packages up some hugs to send to the needy*
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Post by Mippin on Nov 12, 2004 11:27:01 GMT -5
*happy*
I get to be an elf tomorrow. Then I get to go watch the play that the theatre club is putting on.. James and the Giant Peach.. yes.. turns out there's this spiffy dude who can do an awesome nazgûl screech.. he's in the play. Which.. is awesome. He told me it still wasn't too late for me to join Theatre club.. which is quite a relief. Then, like I thought, I found out 'e was in MUN last year... an' he still won't give me his soul... understandably.. he's v. spiffy. Then I found out that I knew the sister of someone in MUN with me.. weird. She gave me her soul, though. ^^
Also.. Chippy said it's okay for me to call him Chippy... which is... also awesome. So.. um.. yeah. This is a pointless post just. because. I. can.
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Nov 12, 2004 12:21:51 GMT -5
*also happy*
Yaaayy!!
Spiff.
Goodgood.
^^& And ye're doing quite a nice job of soul-collecting, methinks.. maybe ye should play at being a vodník. 'Twould be fun. Sort of.
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Post by Mippin on Nov 16, 2004 11:29:27 GMT -5
Today's Soul Count: 2 UPS truck drivers, and one Genuine!Canadian!Soul!Which!Still!Isn't!As!Spiffy!As!The!Person!I've!Adopted!As!Canadian!Dude!™
Total Soul Count: Twenty-Six. A good number, I do say... but I need just one more for my collection... I consider that I've already taken this soul, see... but I try not to take souls by force. I prefer taking souls of people who say I can have their souls...
Souls Needed: Just one.
Other: Well, soul collecting goes on as usual. At twenty-seven I close up one shelf and begin the next, until I have, in total, forty-two souls. At that time, I may just return all the souls and ask for new ones. I may just keep adding more souls... I may not do anything at all... only time will tell.
Or maybe I'll just sell them all to Joe...
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Post by Arwen on Nov 16, 2004 11:34:45 GMT -5
Joe buys souls? That's news. I wonder what he does with them............
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