Philosophical question...
Is a nihilist considered to be emo? I would think that similar things are covered by both, but... They seem both to be distinct. (If nothing else, I guess if nothing truly exists, nothing truly matters...)
In a way, lots of things are meaningless. Words have no true meaning... They merely hold what people give them. Of course, this doesn't change the fact that "chillax" is an affront to the English language as yet unmatched, but... Yeah.
(Chill: Verb. Meaning to relax. Somehow became an adjective, meaning good for relaxing. WHY DO PEOPLE INSIST ON COMBINING THAT WORD WITH RELAX? It's like creating "leapjump". Argh...)
On another note, it could be fun to be one of those real "fire and brimstone" type of preachers. I should try it sometime.
(Long time, I know. Saw no reason to update... So I didn't.)
There's still no such thing as destiny.
I don't think I'll want to read this in 10 or 20 years (you know who you are, one-to-whom-this-is-directed).
I still consider someone hitting someone else to be a bigger offense than someone raising their voice to someone else.
I suspect that people who get over things incredibly quickly can only do it because they don't think.
Insecurity is not solved by finding a significant other.
Memories are meant to be stored as memories, not as photographs.
Reflexive responses are weird. I think I somewhat understand why when I get challenged, I respond with an "I don't care!", but...
I find there to be something sinister about the "Be happy, things could be worse!" philosophy. Believing that would imply that for a lot of people, things ARE worse... So in some way, you're gaining pleasure from others' pains. Fun stuff, no?
Perpetual motion does not now, never did, and never will exist. Period.
(On a similar note, "eternity" is a fake concept. It's like "all-powerful", it's just used to describe things that exceed boundaries of recognition, and don't actually fit their definition.)
I suppose that's all for now... Haven't had any place to vent random thoughts.
Like a million faces, I've recognized them all...
And one by one they've all become a number as they fall.
In the face of reason, I can take no more...
One by one they've all become a black mark on the floor.