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Between the time it took for me to develop an idea and open this app, I completely forgot what I'd been thinking about.
I have a legitimate crazy idea.
What if our thoughts are being harvested?
Who would possibly want to harvest thoughts? Who could possibly even have any ability to store such things?
Stupid idea, obviously, ha ha!
So why did I just deem it worth publicizing even if briefly?
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What if insects were originally space ships? Ha ha ha! Interesting idea for a sci-fi story
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Different cultures have different values. Duh. Different expectations of behavior and different lines in the sand. You take two different cultures with different values and place them on the same patch of land and then you look for results.
Now introduce a metric plethora of peoples to populate the East coast all within a small period of time while a reeling native populace has to quickly figure out what to do about this alien invasion
Shit
That was supposed to help set the stage for why black communities should maybe be policed differently than others. Because the black culture in America is markedly different from the majority white American culture in America. We hold a different understanding of acceptable behavior with particular regard to aggression.
Us whites are more conniving and passive/aggressive I would imagine.
African descendants are much more forthcoming with their displeasure and readily display it outwardly.
I prefer to know when I'm disliked.
I think a shortcoming within the black "community" is that seemingly innocuous comments can sometimes be interpreted as personal and unforgivable insults.
For example
Me and K both worked together at a restaurant. I'm a dorky white nerd and he was just released from jail so we shouldn't have had much common ground. Despite our disparate backgrounds, we became closely acquainted and often exchanged stories from each of our lives. I figured we were practically friends up to this point.
One afternoon I clock in and Taylor is on the warpath. I don't know what she was mad about, but for whatever reason, she needed a scapegoat and she very quickly identified me as one. Why? Who knows, but for whatever reason I found myself in the crosshairs of this stressed-out lesbian college student and I'm supposed to work here in this small kitchen and backroom for 4 hours.
The next couple hours were obnoxious. I spent a good 20 to 30 minutes enchanting a pile of dirty dishes into clean ones when another pile of dirty dishes was placed in that same spot. Seconds after that, Queen Taylor stormed back and demanded to know why I hadn't done any dishes (Looking back, I now realize that she was most likely having stresses outside of work). I tried to explain that I'd already finished a whole pile but my words fell flat on the ground.
Other workers noticed her beratement of me and expressed confusion. It wasn't only in my head, that was good to learn.
Only an hour more to endure and my shift would be over...
That's when K asked me if i would cover the rest of his closing shift.
And that was when we weren't friends anymore
K, I'm sorry man. It wasn't personal. Hope you've done well
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Different cultures have different values. Duh. Different expectations of behavior and different lines in the sand. You take two different cultures with different values and place them on the same patch of land and then you look for results.
Now introduce a metric plethora of peoples to populate the East coast all within a small period of time while a reeling native populace has to quickly figure out what to do about this alien invasion
Shit
That was supposed to help set the stage for why black communities should maybe be policed differently than others. Because the black culture in America is markedly different from the majority white American culture in America. We hold a different understanding of acceptable behavior with particular regard to aggression.
Us whites are more conniving and passive/aggressive I would imagine.
African descendants are much more forthcoming with their displeasure and readily display it outwardly.
I prefer to know when I'm disliked.
I think a shortcoming within the black "community" is that seemingly innocuous comments can sometimes be interpreted as personal and unforgivable insults.
For example
Me and K both worked together at a restaurant. I'm a dorky white nerd and he was just released from jail so we shouldn't have had much common ground. Despite our disparate backgrounds, we became closely acquainted and often exchanged stories from each of our lives. I figured we were practically friends up to this point.
One afternoon I clock in and Taylor is on the warpath. I don't know what she was mad about, but for whatever reason, she needed a scapegoat and she very quickly identified me as one. Why? Who knows, but for whatever reason I found myself in the crosshairs of this stressed-out lesbian college student and I'm supposed to work here in this small kitchen and backroom for 4 hours.
The next couple hours were obnoxious. I spent a good 20 to 30 minutes enchanting a pile of dirty dishes into clean ones when another pile of dirty dishes was placed in that same spot. Seconds after that, Queen Taylor stormed back and demanded to know why I hadn't done any dishes (Looking back, I now realize that she was most likely having stresses outside of work). I tried to explain that I'd already finished a whole pile but my words fell flat on the ground.
Other workers noticed her beratement of me and expressed confusion. It wasn't only in my head, that was good to learn.
Only an hour more to endure and my shift would be over...
That's when K asked me if i would cover the rest of his closing shift.
And that was when we weren't friends anymore
K, I'm sorry man. It wasn't personal. Hope you've done well
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It's just happenstance that I'm feeling the compulsion of logging everything, yup. Water is heavy and it flows deep
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Ie was challenged to Writte and so I did as soon as possible
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The Iron Giant is a retelling of The Russians Are Coming (x2)
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Bcus the Internet has drawn in our focus. Our attention. Our energy...
Stop
Life is a neverending battle. There will always be another hill to climb or demon to slay.
This Kind is unsustainable within such a mindset (?)
Why?
Why would we be unsustainable with that mindset?
Because we can practically do pretty much anything we want to do. Right?
So we can. Choose what to focus on. Currently. Remember how anomalous things used to be?
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