Is there even a truth there?

1. I have hobbo stab insurance.


2. Once a guy told me that he could guess which statement of six, was the truth and now he's dead.
             
To me.


3. Ill admit it, on occasions if I'm bored enough, I'll read the back of a shampoo bottles.


4. I once helped a lady with the groceries and she kicked me in the nuts cause she though I said something other than "Anytime, night". Those nuts were $1.29 :/ waste...


5.I had this proffesor once and she was completely weird, she made strange noises in the middle of her class and she does not have a chili pepper on RATEMYPROFFESOR.COM. Furthermore, for a writing instructor her penmanship was horrible and her last name was not Croker.

Relationships. Right.

When we can define ourselves as adults, there is a possibility that in our youth we were a part of a romantic “relationship.” If so, we may also find that these “relationships” were very elementary and extremely questionable. I mildly tease the intermediate school lovebirds when I see them. I ask casually, “So are you guys going out?” and they either nod or reply shyly with a, “yea.” “Where do you guys go out, exactly?” Most of these conversations lead to them realizing they have in fact not gone out at all. Their relationship is constructed by a being together in their school’s recess, kissing in secrecy, small gifts, and uncomplicated compliments. It is easy to unconsciously judge the seriousness of a relationship by the couple’s age but I believe that at that age has nothing to do with the ability to maturely withhold one.

                It’s unusual to think that a thirteen year old boy could exclude himself from socializing with other people, his age, of the opposite gender for the reason that he enjoyed the exclusive company of only one girl; a kid that was careful to avoid doing engaging in activities that she was against and respectfully request a discipline and attitude with reciprocity. Regardless of how quaint that may sound that was me at that age. I felt that way. Even at my young age I felt this necessity to be the best I could be for my girl. After failed “relationships” and two consecutive cheaters, I find the need to be so strictly loyal to my partner to be for couples that have years together, are engaged, or married.

                I’ve learned that it is better to have many friends, and not worry about finding a relationship. It’s not okay to go scouting for potential relationships in every place you find yourself in or even to randomly wonder if you’d be happier alone.

There is No Kinesthesia

                In the dictionary the word “family “are those who one shares the same blood line with. However, being aware that this definition is based solely on the scientific definition, I respectfully disagree. Mothers and fathers can pass on traits through genetics to their offspring but aside from that concept I completely disagree that there is this granted “magical” bond or a kind of immediate kinesthesia between bloodline families. My mother and I don’t have a special sixth sense type of connection because we are “family.” Our love is indebted to the impenetrable connection structured by all the time we have spent with one another, and the granting of all my necessities at the expense of her time, energy, and even her dreams. Within the constructs of my mind, this adherence which is also shared with the rest of the members of my “family” for similar motives is very existent within the boundaries of what society calls “friends.”

                You are a person. You are human being with a human mind. The mind could have an inexplicable unity with another’s yet there is no requirement of bloodline in this bond. The mind does not require the same bloodline for that special attachment to exist. There is a grand truth to when people state, “Your family isn’t just people that you’re related to,” whether the motive for the statement is conspicuous to them or not. Parallel to my previous claim, this hold fast can very well be shared with those outside the realm of the dictionaries’ “family” for the reason also previously mentioned. The attachment created that defines what I consider a family is fortified by moments and memories built by the time spent together. The bond is created not granted. Family is not granted it is made. Time is put in for the assembly of a family not a through blood.

The importance of this connection is more important than I believe people in general give it credit for. I believe that tragedy can be avoided with little acknowledgement. The lack of that connection is the reason why I believe that murder within families is more and more common in our present time. Time and moments are not being shared like they used to be and the lack of that has become a catalyst for the reason that the news keep reporting to us horrid news of patricide, matricide, sororicide, matricide, etc. Bloodlines have lost their importance.