My little bro needed some advice for something for school. i guess i got a little carried away. here it is.
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To Matt, a word of advice, by wrote. In a phrase: Don't scratch your balls in public, boy.
Here's the thing. . . in this life, we all have a way we want to be perceived. We, as human beings, want people to understand who we are, what sort of things are important to us, and, perhaps most importantly, why we are different or the same as the other fish, floundering around us, in the sea of humanity. And we seem to want that sort of comprehension to be fairly immediate. Thus, when we wake up in the morning, or go out to a social function, we carefully select and don the uniform of our preference, in order to communicate more easily to others with which faction we stand.
Now, the various cultural revolutions of the decades have made displaying our individuality easier than ever. Most of the time, it is a wonderful thing. I appreciate knowing on site that the well endowed blonde girl with the big glasses, tank top and fuzzy boots will know nothing about polyphonic modal operators in my favorite Modest Mouse song, thus freeing me to appropriately spend my time pursuing the tiny brunette with the square glasses. It also offers us pleasant surprises, such as finding out that the long haired fellow in the camouflage hunting jacket is well acquainted with the words of Emmerson, even if he likes the woods and ponds for different reasons.
However, there are also the drawbacks associated with humanities acceptance of this "anything goes" policy. We used to, as a body of people, carry ourselves with an air of pride in our appearance. Now, it would seem, that in order to prove ones difference, or indifference, as the case may be, we have also moved away from our penchant for tact, social grace, and what generally would have passed, and would still pass, as "class."
This self-centeredness has caused us, as a society to become crass and ugly in public. We no longer regard those around us to be of worth, if they do not embody the same ideals which we hold dear. In this, our classless society, we love to perform actions that were heretofore left for private exhibition, and to speak loudly, using whatever obscenities are perched at the tips of our lips. We callously fling them to the air, unwary of what possible fertile ground they may land, explosive devices, undermining our ability to effectively and intelligently communicate.
Our classless society also values ignorance over intelligence, filth over cleanliness and the perception of non-conformity over protection or, at least, observation of the common good, or pleasantness. It has taught young people that sexiness and desirability have more to do with the amount of clothing worn (or not worn) than with the attitude with which more attractive clothes are worn. Indeed, it has championed that in our society which is equal to the least: the very baseness of our humanity.
Furthermore, what is worst about this so called "revolution" is that is embodies self centeredness at its core. It says: I am an individual, I should be able to do what I want, whenever I want. But it holds to this statement to the detriment of all surrounding. It forgets to hold in regard what it is that others want. It forgets that: if we hold in regard what others want, they will hold in regard what we want, and we will all be able to do what we want. This lack of regard for others breeds contention and discontent, causing the self centered to believe that they are misunderstood, causing them to desire, sometimes violently, to prove how misunderstood they are in their individuality, perpetuating an endless downward spiral of selfishness.
Therefore, to this is the query: do you want to be less, or more? Do you want to embody that which is least, or most? Do you want to be an example of base intelligence, or the greater good. Do you want to be a gentleman, or a common degenerate, unable to tell his food from his feces?
And to this I respond: Align yourself with that which you hold most dear, of its substance, but remember: you don't have to embrace the baseness of society in order to be, and represent, your true self. Hold yourself and others in higher regard than to embody baseness in public. Do not subject others to that which is base, even if you enjoy it yourself, for they may not hold it in the same regard as you. And, even if they itch really bad, don't scratch your balls in public, boy.
Ok, lets be serious - I never worried, and I love my pathfinder. I love adventure. I love adventuring in my pathdfinder. I don't know what i'll do if i ever have to get another auto.
i will admit that i am stuck on the top of this wussy little hill. i will also, however point out that i only got stuck in the soft sand on top of the hill, which i only decided to go up after the tacoma in the BG couldn't do it. he got pissed, and tried to go up the bigger hill. well, guess what. he's stuck on that big hill. sooo . . .
now, i do recomend driving your auto off road as much as possible. take the "road less traveled" as it were. i also recomend full comprehension of the clearance of your auto, or, your tailpipe might fall off. . .
yes, i did surgically remove the hanging tailpipe from the bottom of my auto with my bare hands. yes, i did feel manly. is this a good idea? well, if you are driving a short distance, its no problem. . . if you are driving a long distance, it is admittedly better to get it fixed before you go. . .
i love camping out. i love people in the desert. or, in this case, in the desert by the beach.
camping out with the peeps on the pismo dunes was way cooler than i could have ever expected. i recomend it.
p.s. eat your heart out tom.
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