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Into The Past: The Lost Files

After contemplating on what my next blog post should be I found myself digging in the thousands (okay, not literally…) of notebooks I had collected over the years and found a small passage in the middle of all the blank pages.
A work of fan-fiction that I was working on and completely forgot about, so I figured I should inject life back into the piece by sharing it for everyone to see.

My first badge glistened in the warm sunlight. A bright grin reflected off of the gold facing that was owned none other than me. My happiness wasn’t so much about beating my first gym it was more of the fact that the Mudkip I found was the perfect candidate to make it happen. The small blue Pokemon hopped onto my lap and showed his unique interest in the small medal.
I handed it to him, gripping it inbetween his small paws as best as he could. He sniffed it, licked it, bit it; generally trying to figure out what funtion it served or why it was in my possession.
“Hmmm, good job.” A female’s voice said from behind. It was Roxanne with arms crossed and wearing her usual look of skeptism. “You worked hard today, I had a good match.”
“Thanks.” I said. It was odd to be conversing with a Gym Leader I just defeated.
“I’ve met a few trainers like you and there’s a similar trait I’ve noticed.”
“Like what?”
“The way you treat your Pokemon.” She said with a nod.
I looked at my Mudkip who grinned happliy back. “How I’m I different?”
“Well,” Roxanne said in thought. “You have a connection with them, It’s difficult to explain, but it’s stronger than anything I’ve known. It’s a special privilege being a trainer, you have a form of freedom we Gym Leaders could never have. We constantly have to watch the levels of the Pokemon we use and if they go past a certain level we have to go and catch a new one, one that qualifies for use in being a punching bag for young trainers like you.”
I almost felt guilty of doing so as her expression showed a form of humility. “You just had to make me feel bad, huh?”
Roxanne laughed. “No, just letting you know that you don’t want to become a Gym Leader. I heard what you said to the guide at the door, you are meant for more than that.”
I pondered at what else I would want to become. Nothing came to mind, then I remembered the Elite Four and the invitation that Sidney gave me. “The-the Champion? Of all Hoenn?”
Roxanne shrugged. “I don’t know, you’ll figure it out.” She then turned around and walked back into the gym building without a word more.

I’m not sure if I should be proud, upset, embarrassed, or even inspired. Either way it was interesting to find something of my past that showed my dedication to writing even as a young lad.

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Pertinacious Paranoia

“Sometimes paranoia’s just having all the facts.”
-William S. Burroughs

Paranoia: a thought process believed to be heavily influenced by anxiety or fear, often to the point of irrationality and delusion. Paranoid thinking typically includes persecutory beliefs, or beliefs of conspiracy concerning a perceived threat towards oneself. (e.g. “Everyone is out to get me.“) Making false accusations and the general distrust of others also frequently accompany paranoia.

If the entire world were to congregate in two places; one for those who make decisions based on Paranoia and the other for those who “claim” to be “normal”, the world would tilt a few degrees to one side. Everyone has some degree of paranoia and those who say that they don’t…well…I’ll tickle your fancy and congratulate you on your incredible achievement.
For the rest of us we will prolong our membership to Paranoids Anonymous and search for the paradise known for indispensable peace from people and their harrowing judgements. As a writer (if I have the permission to call myself that from you professional types) paranoia is a daily intake as much as carbs and sugar; just as unhealthy, just as fattening. I can’t help it, every word I inscribe onto a sheet of paper leaves behind a reminiscent feeling that someone, somewhere is going to question why I would even burn the minutes of my life away in such inferior work. (I should refer back to a previous post, but perhaps I shouldn’t)
The inevitability of worry threatens me right as the cursor rests upon Submit, Publish, Send, or Reply and will always do so until I happen to silence my procrastination; the thoughts that fly through my mind consists mainly of “What if they hate it?” or “This will never get any likes.“, I feel as there are all-powerful WordPress admins who read everyone of my posts and deems it as “Readable” or “SHALL THE DEVIL BE SANCTIFIED” material. It would explain the lack of likes and comments that boost my ego which allow me to continue on. (How inflated I would be if this were Freshly Pressed…)

After searching through the W.W.W. or the Worldly Waters of Wackos, I stumbled across blog.davemsw.com and a picture he posted he called as the “Hierarchy of Paranoia”, a simple diagram showing the different levels of social fear.

Where do you rank?

I see myself around the first or second level of Paranoia, the average Joe who believes they are attentively watching your every move and snickering at how terrible your hair looks. A person to be at the fifth stage/level however is one who blames falling over in their chair on someone’s Fus Ro Dah.

Now I’m no expert, but for someone like that is worthy of a Code Brown everywhere they go, but I’m not one to judge…

…because somewhere in the world…someone…is judging me. O_o

A Nerd and His Bike

“Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.”
-H.G. Wells

If there is one thing that every kid wants to learn is to ride a bike. I was that kid and many of my friends were as well, you were cool if you had a bike in the neighborhood I resided at for the majority of my childhood. The main reason was that us kids lived next to the hill we called “Devils Peak” and whoever could ride to the top of the hill and race back down without crashing or getting hit with a car was given a plastic attachment to put in the tire spokes, making any ordinary bike sound as fierce as a motorcycle (because that was cool too).
Now I’m 19 and I still enjoy using human-powered vehicular transportation. Many people that know me (and likely other people) wonder why I don’t have a car at my age; I don’t have a license, therefore I have no choice but to ride a bike to get to and from work. I don’t mind at all, even in 20 or 90 degree weather because the benefits exceed what some would call “burdensome”.

So I have devised a list of things that makes cycling a better alternative to driving cars. (And it has nothing to do with carbon emissions or any kind of Global Warming issue–I’ll leave that to Rush Limbaugh)

  • Better Health- Increased cardiovascular endurance, stamina, strength, and improved balance. In 30 years down the line you could be known as “Thunder Thighs”. (“Ya’, buns and thighs.”)
  • Relieves Stress- Regardless of the main reason you mounted yourself on two wheels you’ll get to where you need to go feeling relaxed and happily energized, giving you a dose 100% self-esteem.
  • Makes You Feel Like A Pokemon Trainer
  • Burns Calories- You could lose around 11 pounds a year if you cycled for 30-60 minutes everyday. It also increases your metabolic rate.
  • No Gas- (that reason could win any argument)
  • Less Maintenance- Far less than any Pinto or Smart Car.
  • FREE PARKING
  • Road Advantage- In a worldwide crisis (or the Zombie Apocalypse) traffic will slow to a halt and those stuck in their cars will have to walk the rest of the way, being subject to dangers and flesh eating creatures. Those on bikes will be able to maneuver their way around town, dodging critical impasses and traversing where no car has gone before.

My bike–or otherwise known as Betty.

Many people think and say that those who ride bikes are lame and wear funny hats, but I have come to conclude that they have never experienced the true joy of riding a bike (or aren’t aware of proper safety equipment). Just to say to those who do think so, just remember; I’ll be 85 years old and still moving like Jagger.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

Time For Virtual Party Hats

And...dance!

Not even a full month and my blog has gotten more views than my Blogger page I created a year ago–120 views to be exact! :mrgreen:
Quite an achievement I must say, it seems like my work has gotten the recognition I wanted so far with 5 followers and a few responses to my writing has certainly boosted my ego. Next milestone: 500 views.
I give my thanks for all of the support and comments everyone has contributed. Now where were we…oh right! Party!

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