#quipquirk

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I’m glad I didn’t delete Tumblr when the first efflux of users left.

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I value great storytellers.  It is not enough to tell me what happened; I want to feel as though I was actually there.  Often, people worry about trying to be concise and details that would make an otherwise lackluster anecdote dynamic, are edited out.  I wish people were more willing to share more of what's on their minds.

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Reality presented with a twinge of pessimism is the worst dose of actuality one can give.

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It is a bit of evil genius to try and censor the Internet, arguably the last realm of free speech where censorship is kept to a minimum.  Big Brother is not only watching, but he wants to control what you watch, too.  Thinking for ourselves may be not illegal yet;  however, sharing what we think could test legal boundaries a lot sooner than we would like to believe.

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The people who seem to have it all together are the very ones falling apart inside.

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The life I want to live has been heavily influenced by popular culture.  I am not speaking of the American Dream with 2.5 kids (will the half-child ever become whole?), a dog, and a home with white picket fence.  Nah, I'm talking those impossible possibilities that I've somehow conjured up from spending too much time in a fictitious state of mind (i.e. Disney/Pixar films, Tumblr, and celebrity gossip blogs).  The details of my supposed future life are not completely set; however, some have remained constant.  

I am convinced that a pastel-colored cottage with balloons is the ideal way to travel & live, and a Cheshire cat would be the ideal pet if not a little daunting due to its expert hide-and-go-seek skills. Thanks to the constant onslaught of drool-worthy clothing I see on Tumblr and around the internet, I am certain I should subscribe to a minimalist/hipster/bohemian sense of style...albeit without the cultural appropriation. My culinary abilities and career choice are more anchored in realistic expectations--experimentation with recipes and art teacher.  I reckon real life is peppered with moments of surrealism without the reference to my overconsumption of semi-possible ideas.

Yet, I can't help but entertain my fantastic notions sometimes.

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I dabble with the idea of being famous. I could obtain fame on my own accord but I am sure I would be much more marketable if I was manufactured by masterminds in black suits. After all who needs talent? It is the looks that sell. I'd be scrutinized for engaging in superficiality. The easy route is being adored by millions for who I am not. I can save the "real" me for that tell-all book deal a few years down the road. I could be the subject of admiration for words that are mine. However, after they've been seen, heard, and repeated ad nauseum, they'll lose their effect. I'd rather attend award ceremonies and accept praise for ideas not of my own mind. I am automatically inducted as a member of the moral authority due to being in the public's eye. One misstep and the tabloid fodder will be endless. But all publicity is good publicity...watch my sales soar! Yes, fame could open so many doors, never mind the relationships that may end as a result. This newly acquired celebrity status will provide so many answers and leave me with so many questions. How many awards would I need to receive to feel accomplished? How many riches would I have to obtained to be satisfied? How many rooms would I walk into and realize they are full of empty people?

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A lot of unexplainable things people do can only be chocked up to as human nature...and that is vague in itself.

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I think someone should try to capture the smell of books and make it into a perfume.

I'm serious.

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Sometimes I see clips of movies and music videos and I think, "That should be a gif."

The moment when the internet and real life collides.

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Surrounding yourself with the right people nearly forces excellence because they create such an atmosphere of motivation that mediocrity cannot survive.

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A mirrored window.

Actions are said to speak louder than words.  We are not to judge people by what they say but rather by what they do.  Careless words may slip out at an inopportune time, so they are not to be used as a true window to a person's soul.  How a person acts supposedly provides a more accurate view into someone's inner being. There is one variable missing from this equation.  It speaks at a higher decibel than actions and words combined:  perception.

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My sensitivity is a blessing and a curse.  I'm more in touch with emotions than some of my friends, but it's a catch-22; I'm almost TOO in touch with my emotions.  Tears of joy are as common for me as tears of sorrow...and it is not like I was blessed with a cute crying face.  My face morphs into something ungodly for the sake of a happy outcome.  I would tell myself to get a grip, but then I might start crying at my own "meanness."

*sigh*

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It is bizarre that some people would have us to believe the wealthy doesn't have enough money and the middle class has too much.

Very bizarre.

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Some people can make the tackiest outfits look stylish because of their confidence.

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I have decided it would be in my best interest--not to mention theirs--if I did not meet my favorite artists.  I would start off sophisicated, discussing the production of their albums and synthesizing them with other iconic works. If they show any type of gratitude, my bravado will collapse and give way to tears. Insert "You've changed my life !111!1!!" monologue here.  I don't mind being carried away by the security, as long as I get some consolation before I am removed from the venue. A hug and autograph will suffice.