《I remember the time》


 Chapter 1: Field Day is time where demons gather

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    I remember the time I stabbed myself with a pencil. I know, "How in jesus did you do that?!". The answer to that my dear Watson is......I''m clumsy.


    I was in the 5th grade and I had made a best friend, his name was Will. We had bonded over a Godzilla figure that was in the classroom. At the time I was really into DBZ, Kaijuu, and stuff, mainly because I had no friends and it pushed me through the day knowing that Goku was protecting Earth.


    But I digress; me and Will had been friends for a while and I finally thought today was the day I would tell him that he''s the most fun person I know. That day was interrupted by something else; Field Day.


    Field Day is the day where every last demon spawn is it be unleashed upon the holy warriors in a desolate land.............all the kids go outside to play in a nearby park. Field Day is actually the best day of the year mainly because that''s when the ELA teachers throw it back on some preschoolers and when the math teacher can finally dunk on some little midgets.


    So my class had walked outside in single order fashion, if your american you might know what this is.


    We walked to the nearest park which was like a across the street cause its a school zone and it would save the city money instead of putting up 4 signs that say "Careful, School (Hell) zone ahead" when they can just put 2 that say "Caution, children (demons) at play ahead".


    We got to the park and we were all just standing there and watching the beauty which is a drug trade spot. The beauty astonished us and blew our little minds, if we had any.


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    So we all got to playin and stuff when me and Will decide to have a cart wheel battle.


    OH, "Whats a cartwheel battle?" you say. Well if your from Marion county Indiana then you know what it is but for all you euros I''ll explain. A cart wheel battle is a supreme art of body to eye functions that decides the fate of two nations and its peoples.......it''s actually just 2 or more kids ramming into each other while doing cart wheels and whoever says they wanna stop loses.


    Back to the story.


    Me and Will are cartwheeling when out of nowhere some pansy starts screeching bloody murder. The teachers stop throwing it back on the children and the math teachers stops dunking to run other to the little squealer.


    The ask her whats wrong and all she does is point at me. I get it, you''ve never seen a black kid that looks like the blob fish. I soon realize what the situation is when Will starts screaming and running in a circle screaming, "OH MY GOD THE HAND!!" and I thought he could structure sentences, jokes on me.


    So I look down at my hand and saw a massacre scene but on my little baby hands. I''m not gonna lie I looked like some anime character ya know, bloody hands from destroying his best friend.....in a cart wheel battles.....Imma continue the story


    The teachers rushed the other kids back to school cause they didn''t want the paramedics to show up and see an illegal ring of children getting twerked on and 1 math teacher dunking on kids and was laughing.


    I got Field Day canceled for the rest of the year.


    Later on me and Will figured out some one had brought a pencil outside and it fell in the grass. I must''ve cartwheeled right on top of it into my hand. I couldn''t sue anyone cause who the hell brings a pencil outside to a park on Field Day!?


    Thats the end of my "I remember the time" #1 of this week.


    I hope you guys liked it and so you know every last bit of that was true except for the twerking teachers.....the dunking math teacher was too real..........

 Chapter 2: One old ladies trash is another pre-teens treasure (part 1)

    I remember the first time I ever thought about life and my existence in particular.


    I was maybe 13-14 and I was living with my grandmother. My family had moved in with my grandmother because we got evicted cause our neighbors didn''t really appreciate how we ahem cough expressed cough our culture.....we blasted music and yelled a lot but that was pretty much it. The old home we lived in was a 3 bed room apartment; my parents had a room, my younger brother and I shared a bunk bed, my younger sister had her own room cause she was going blasting thorugh puberty faster than me some how, and my half- brother thats older than me was sleeping in the living room (we really didn''t have a couch).


    About a month of us getting evicted and moving between motels, my moms mom calls and says, "Hey, sleep at my house." It''s free room and board so my parents took it.


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    After we gathered our stuff from the motel we drove to my grabdma''s house and this is something I didn''t even know; MY GRANDMA IS FUCKIN MESSY!


    Like literally, she has horder status messes everywhere around her house.


    Ahem, lets get back to the story. So my dad asks my grandma where we could sleep and she says,"Ahh yall are gonna sleep in my room." and my parents were just freaking out. They didn''t wanna make some old lady sleep in some cluttered room cause shes letting somebody sleep in the only clean place in her home while she sleeps on a trash covered floor.


    My parents had finally persuade her to stay in her room while we''d just clean up something and we''ll lay there.


    The one thing I love about my grandma is she''s not judgmental like my dad''s mom...I show up to a Christmas dinner with a pregnant girl ONE TIME and she won''t let me hear the end of it but my mom''s mom practically said, "Yall gettin married or not?" like bro be chill like her.......for the people wondering who the pregnant girl is I''ll write a story later on that.


    Ah sorry lost track...


    So me and my family had decided to clean a room that was moderately dirty, a small supply room, my aunts room (she moved out and it became a trash dump), and a regular sized room.


    I decided to take the small room cause small room equals small mess, ya know? Little did I know, that room was going to change my fucking life!

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    Found out something about my dad, learned my aunts preggo, uncles doing dumb stuff, cousin got arrested for murder and I may never see him again, battling depression, and my grandmas dogs ran away so crazy stuff


    I encountered block after block on most of my stories like having evferything but chapter 3 or certain situations correctly planned out and actually editing instead of just writing and posting.


    Im gonna release something on this story once in awhile to let you guys know im actually alive and not rotting away in some dark corner full of oreos without the cream.


    Live a long and happy life, you degenerates.

 Chapter 4: Weird priorities

    I''ve been thinking about the first time I ever kissed someone (that I remember) and I realized that it was with some girl I might not meet unless I move into a drastically different neighborhood.


    It was the winter of 2016 or somethin, I was the kid who didn''t really talk to people unless they were a friend or family member. My family was living in a very "bad" neighborhood if you looked at it from a financial standpoint but to my parents it was a rich center piece for my future self. I never knew that most of my first would be done in that house/neighborhood.


    I was walking around with my 2 friends: Abby (male) and Xavier (male). We had known each other for close to 6 years (to this day) and we knew almost everything about each other except for a few family secrets (will be addressed in a different post).


    The three of us had originally planned to hangout at an abandoned house cause those were fun when it''s just you and 2 bros. I honestly never knew I would find something there that would change my way of thought to this very day.


    We get to the abandoned house after walking by the nearest trap house. In this neighborhood trap houses were pretty regular things until they get too known. I mean that if too many people (like 20s or 30s if your in a bad neighborhood) know the drug spot then the police will start coming. I wouldn''t say that I know what the inside looks like but from the quick peak I would take at the visitors I would know that the house was something that shouldn''t be explored unless you were looking for a balloon, looking to sell, or you wearing a badge.


    We pass by the traps to get to our real goal; a old abandoned home. This wasn''t like any old abandoned house because it was there for a LONG time. Like, there''s that one house in the neighborhood that no one goes to cause it went through practically everything; raids, people moving in, people moving out, being burned down, being rebuilt, people stealing from it, growing moldy, and etc.


    My friends and I start to walk up to the house cause we feel that feeling of getting that random toy from a vending machine thing at the salon or grocery store, ya know? It was like when you''re going to the store with your aunt and you see that crane machine that has this dispenser right next to it that just gives out those small plastic cartoon characters like small pikachus and stuff.


    Sorry, back to the topic.


    Me and my friends make it up to the front door and I shit you not, the front door just swings open and we hear screaming.


    You know me, I''m already back home laying down. Just kidding.


    Abby ran as fast as his African ass could take him (he''s actually african like im not jokin. hes from nigeria and hes got like best of his class and hes going to butler university.......dudes smart), Xavier took hold of his fat like Cinderella with her dress and he just bolted from the scene, and finally you have me.


    I''m just standing and I thought I peed a little.


    My body went ridged but I swear to fuckin god I could hear giggling. So as any black 15y/o would do, I decided to look inside of the house since the door was already open.


    To the surprise of me, Xavier and Abby we see 4 girls just laughing their asses off.........people quick side note these girls are 15 or 16 I cant really remember but just know Im recounting my memory of this event not creating this shit up and im telling you this so i dont get arrested.


    Me and the boys come back and stutter our way through introducing ourselves. The girls introduced themselves next but one of them caught my eye; lets call her Brianna.


    Brianna was a light-skinned girl that had brownish black hair, hazel eyes, a smile that made me cringe but in a good way, and whenever I''d take a quick glance at her should would look back at me then we both turn our heads the other way.


    The 4 girls and the boys slowly became more acquainted so we decided that we all should split up and just explore. For some reason, the girls decided to team me, Brianna, and girl A together.


    After a while of just walking around girl A says, "Hey, Imma go check how everyone else is doing." So she leaves and now its just me and Brianna in a room upstairs. The room had 2 windows, one was barred while the other wasn''t a window but more like a hole that was at the side of a building.


    The atmosphere in the room got pretty solid cause we were both just standing there looking at the walls.


    Brianna spoke up and said," Sooooo.....do you watch anime?"


    Gosh damn, did my heart almost quake? I was so happy that she cut the atmosphere that I forgot her question so I asked her to repeat herself and to my joy, she did.


    I said, "Yea but only certain stuff." She slowly started more conversation with me to the point of were both just giggling at how bad Sword Art Online was. I guess neither of us expected to have anything in common with each other cause by the end of that little giggle session we were both sitting on the floor.


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    The silence started to take back over but this time it wasn''t solid like last time. This time it was like really watrey jello from kroger.


    I decided to be the pro champ that day and put my hand in top of her hand.


    I expected a flying knee kick to the face followed a Electric Wind God Fist but to my surprise Brianna scooted closer to me.


    My mind was at ABSOLUTE POWER when she said," Hey do you wanna....ya know?" and oh my god did I short circuit. I felt as if I saw the conversation it took between my mom and dad for my mom to get preggo. Like, that moment was the moment when a super dense main character finally notices the girls like him. Like BRO!!


    Since my mind was at about to short circuit, the only two answers I could give were "Yes" or "FUCK YEA CUZZO GIMME THEM LIPS"..........I chose the first option.


    My heart was beating like a taiko drum being hit by 98 small asian men and my hands were as sweaty as a soldier that got chosen to be at Omaha beach and now he has to write "the letter". It was then that I noticed that a hand under mine was super sweaty too.......Brianna was sweating just like me.......MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN! Im telling you guys, sweaters are the best people that should get together.


    Back to the story, Brianna''s looking at me and I''m looking at her. We inch closer and closer together till.........BOOOOOM!!! Theres a sound of footsteps rushing up the stairs.


    I practically shit myself and I think Brianna shit herself too.


    With my quick decision making skills I scream like a little girl while Brianna grabs me and decides that escape is the best choice. So, Brianna grabbed me and jumped out the "window".


    I must say this guys, if you''ve ever been saved like a princess than that person who saved you is your white knight so marry em.


    Back to the story, Brianna cushioned her fall by putting me under her midfall.....I would''ve done the same.


    Xavier and Abby come running out of the back door of the house like pro fuckin athletes. They''re just yelling, "RUN DUDE RUN!!" and I soon learn why.


    I guess during my sweaty time, some police had driven by and decided to scout the house for any possible suspicious drug setups but the only thing they found was a fat black kid trying to kiss some white girl. Operation "Run and Don''t Look Back" was in full affect for every person of colour in the neighborhood.


    Police were shouting so we took off.


    After about 20 minutes of running through slushy snow and dodging dudes trying to sell stolen stuff we made it to an alleyway behind a gas station.


    Xavier and Abby decide to take the girls home so I volunteer to take Brianna home like a pro.


    10-20 minutes later were at Briannas house and were just staring at each other.


    She breaks the silence by saying, "I uh.....thanks for taking me home I guess?" to which I respond with, "Sure, nice quick thinking back there." She just nods it off.


    The silence sits back in when I decide to say, "Hey, do you wanna......ya know? Escape from police?" and she then froze. A couple seconds later I think I said something wrong but next think I know I hear cackling. Not the bad kind so you know.


    Briannas just laughing like a beautiful witch. She calms down and says I QUOTE ,"[Redacted], you''re a pretty awesome person." then she runs up to me and kisses me on the lips.


    My mind was just blank. I dont know if it was from the kiss or being called a "awesome person" but I knew from that moment that this girl was an "awesome person" too.


    We kiss for a little while longer than she pulls back and runs into her house.


    I''m left there like a snowman in mid-july. My body is just heating up from just being pumped so I focus it somewhere else; running away from her house screeching Queens ''We are the champions'' all the way home.


    About a month later I havent heard a damn word from or about Brianna. My friends and I are just living life when we meet Girl A from the night I met Brianna.


    Girl A turns out to be dating Xavier.


    She looks at me and just looks like something clicked in her head. She yells,"OH RIGHT!! HOW COULD I FORGET!!?" Im just thinking "Did you forget to take your meds lady?"


    Girl A looks at me and says these exact words, "Brianna said thanks for the lips nerd and something else about how some character called Toku could easily beat Superman."


    I froze.


    Then I started laughing my heart out. That fuckin nerd........


    Now I''ll tell you what I learned from this experience ok you degenerates?


    I learned that if you find a girl willing to argue over which finger is the best finger, likes olives on pizza, and whether Goku could beat Superman than shes a keeper especially if she was your first kiss.

 Chapter 3: Big Bois Do Big DPS

    I was 15 years old when I first started thinking about trying out something new when it came to video games. I had always been the kid secretly playing pokemon in class. I didn¡¯t plan to be that kid but it was in my genes; my father was born 2 years after Pong had been released. While he was still a child, his father bought an Atari for him on his birthday. Later on, that had led to him buying me a Playstation 2 on my 11th birthday.


    It really didn¡¯t occur to me that my collection of games was very¡­¡±limited¡± until a close friend introduced me to a new world. At the time I had finished the campaign for all of the Call of Duty games that were available.I was bored with everything because I had nothing to really do since I beat almost all of my games, so I looked up some games online. Warframe started to become the only thing I saw whenever I would scroll down. I became intrigued with this since I¡¯ve never heard of it before so I called a friend about it. Once I asked him, ¡°What is Warframe, dude?¡± he just sank into silence and then hung up on me. I was surprised, usually I¡¯m the one that would hang up out of nowhere. While I was being befuddled he texted me a link and sent me the message of ¡°You better watch it to the end or I¡¯m blocking your number.¡±


    So like the good child I was, I opened the link and watched the video. The moment I finished watching that video I just sat on my bed stunned. I was broken from my trance because my phone had rung. I looked at the screen and it said my friends name so I answered as quickly as possible and yelled, ¡°JESUS H. CHRIST!! What was that video you sent me?!¡± I could hear laughter on the other side. He responded with, ¡°That, my friend, is Warframe.¡± I was just speechless; how could something that''s Free-to-play be so smooth and full of action?


    Later on that day I installed Warframe mainly because I couldn¡¯t believe what my friend had showed me. The game finished installing so I started it up. The login screen was of a character called Excalibur. It was pretty smooth so I thought they just put a gif as the loading screen, then they smoothed out the shading on Excalibur and added a shadow for dramatic effect. The loading screen had finally vanished and the game started.


    The first five hours of me playing the game was absolutely hilarious now that I look back at it. I had tried so many things to just stay alive in missions and that caused me to forget about the objective. My friend asked me if he wanted to team up for a mission because he had wanted to show me the ropes around the game. I agreed just because I was practically having trouble just trying to jump. Once we both loaded into the mission I noticed his character looked so beautiful. The coloring was very bright, the shadow effect was surprisingly matching his bright colors somehow and his weapons were matching his main armor color set. I was so amazed by just the colors so I asked him if I could do that to my own character one day. He just laughed and then said, ¡°Yeah, anyone can do FashionFrame.¡± The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    I spent the next week just coloring my characters. I hadn¡¯t even really done any missions because all I did was color and show off my fashion to my friends.


    One day my friend had finally gotten tired of me just getting fashioning my characters so he dragged me on to a special mission called a Sortie. The mission required a team of players to assassinate an enemy called Vey Hek. I had heard rumors of a Vey Hek through the chatting channels. He was a man that had a BIG machine body, four weird mantis like arms and a small head. I didn¡¯t believe the rumors because nothing can be described as that ugly but oh how I was wrong.


    My team and I had spent over 2 hours just trying to get to Vey Hek. There were enemies in every direction so we couldn¡¯t really do anything. At that moment I remembered a technique called ¡°Turtling¡± since I learned it from a game I beat before; the technique was called Turtling because the player (the turtle) would have to take all the damage from all of the enemies (getting hit on the shell). I presented the idea to my teammates and they all agreed but none of them wanted to be the turtle. In the end of our discussion we voted the only healer in our group to become the turtle. That was a decision I regret to this very day.


    After we made it past all of the enemies with the only casualty on our side was the healer. We finally saw traces of Vay Hek but out of nowhere the ground in the game started to shake. I never knew what people meant when they said Vey Hek had a BIG machine body but at that moment I learned my greatest fear is big, fat robot people. My team had scurried about trying to hide from Vay Hek.


    My team had scrambled to all different kinds of placed while I was the only one face to face with Vey Hek. I had never felt so afraid in my life so I reacted based off of instinct. I ran against a wall.


    I didn¡¯t really know why but Vey Hek decided that I¡¯d be a tasty lunch so he started to run after me. I start to go mach 5 while running towards this because I do not want to fight this humongous beast. I finally impact against the wall and Vey Hek finally was close enough to take me out.Then out of nowhere, my screen went white.. I don¡¯t know what happened but my screen just started to shake and turn white. After 5 or 6 minutes the brightness finally died down and that¡¯s when I saw it. There was Mission Complete at the top of my screen.


    That¡¯s when it hit me. I had made the boss hit a ¡°Invisible Wall¡±. A Invisible Wall¡± is the barrier between playable areas and locked areas and if you try to go past them forcibly then whoever/whatever touched it will die. I never knew that being a coward would help me in such a situation. Usually, whenever I played a game I¡¯d try and make the boss hit an invisible wall but I never expected my knowledge of old video games would help me in something completely new.


    Throughout the special mission, I had used skills I thought I would never use again but nothing truly changes. I learned that everything you''ve ever learnt will come back and help you in some type of way.

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    Just like the title says you guys get to choose what story I should upload this week. I originally wanted to upload both of them this week but I decided against that because next week I have tests and stuff.


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    SO heres what option one and 2 hold:


    Option 1-The first time I got into a fight (might be 1 or 2 chapters long)


    Option 2- When I first went out of state (if you choose this one I might upload 1 or 2 chapters about my experinces while out of state)


    Theres 2 votes


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 Chapter 5: THE GOVERNMENT IS A LIE

    The mind of a teenager might seem like it¡¯s a ball of yarn being thrown down a hill and I can say that might just might be true. I was a kid that didn¡¯t really have any friends so I would spend most of my time just reading or playing games. It wasn¡¯t until my freshman year of high school, I started to read as a form of enjoyment; I would finish books back to back and then go looking for something new that would pique my interest. Originally, I hadn¡¯t planned to read for enjoyment because it had started as a way for me to feel more superior than my peers. My mindset changed the more I read new things, but one book in particular changed how I have lived my life to this very day.


    I had just finished the Maximum Ride series, and my mind was unleashed to newer heights. It felt as if there was a mystery behind everything in society. At first, I would watch conspiracy theory videos and reading more things related to conspiracies; Alex Jones was my idol.


    My hunger for mysteries wasn¡¯t satisfied, so I decided to ask my friends, peers, and teachers if they knew any good mystery books. All I got out of them were titles like Goosebumps, The Nancy Drew series, and A Series of Unfortunate Events. I had already read most of the books recommended to me, and this didn¡¯t really sound good to my mother, the person giving me books. So one day, she decided that we would go to Barnes & Nobles for a little shopping. We left the store with more than nine books that day.


    On the way home, I decided to crack one open; the book was called Unwind by Neil Shutterman. I read the dust jacket, and it really caught my interest. Basically, the story was about a teenage boy in a world where if your older than thirteen, then you have the chance to be taken away by the government and used as an organ donor for adults. When I read that, I knew that it would catch my interest because a good government conspiracy is a good conspiracy. The moment I got home, I ran to my room and started reading the book. I was in for a whole new world.


    As I slowly read the book, I started to notice similarities to me and the main character, Connor Lassiter. He was a kid that was failing school and didn¡¯t really appreciate life to its fullest, but if he did try his best, he would achieve great heights. At first, it felt like I was reading my own biography because I would never do any school work, sit around all day, and I¡¯d just never respect anything. We, the readers, later learn that Connor¡¯s parents had set him up to unwound because they couldn¡¯t ¡°handle¡± him. I felt as if that could¡¯ve been me if our world was a little bit different and I didn¡¯t catch on quicker to life.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    The more I read, the more I realized that if I had lived in Connor¡¯s world, I would¡¯ve been unwound over and over until all that was left of me was probably some goo. That¡¯s when it hit me; maybe being unwound is a symbol for boarding school or whatever. It hit me like a ton of breaks. I stopped reading the book right there and decided to work my hardest in life because I really didn¡¯t want to go to some military school filled with muscular, hormone filled teenagers.


    I came back to the book because I felt like the story might just have an amazing twist at the end. After two days of eating, sleeping, chores, and reading, I had finally gotten to the second to last page of the book. I paused and closed the book. I thought about it; what would I get out of finishing this book? Would I find a horrible twist, aa happy ending to Connors sad life, or would I finally find the meaning to life? I didn¡¯t want an answer to the question every teen that has ever existed has had. What¡¯s the purpose of any of it?


    I finally decided to sell the book even though I never finished it. I don¡¯t regret selling it because I think about every possible ending there could¡¯ve been to this very day like could someone have killed Connor, Rina becomes a politician that changes the Bill of Life, or maybe Levi finally clapped. I¡¯ll never know the ending, but it¡¯s fun thinking about what could''ve happened.


    All in all, this book changed everything in my life literally. I started to appreciate the things given to me, I respected people, and I tried to strive for bigger heights. If the teacher wanted to give out extra credit, I would take it, if there was a final exam I would study for it a month before, and sometimes I¡¯d even try to write my own little novels.


    If I had to give a book to a angry, hormone filled teen then I¡¯d give them Unwind. I¡¯d only give it to them because I wonder what it would do to their minds. I feel like it would change their lives just like how it changed mine. They might think about all the horrible things they ever done, how they treated someone or what they might think if they knew how people felt about them. I just hope that they awaken something new within themselves.

 Chapter 6: Freedom of speeches, leaches, beaches, and teachas.....I tried to rhyme

    We, as a population, have evolved to a point that we have set laws for what someone can and can¡¯t say about a person or group. During WWII, most countries were very harsh to their citizens. For example, in the article ¡°Freedom of Thought and Mental Integrity¡± in Frontiers in Neuroscience by Andrea Lavazza, it brings a story written by Jorge Luis Borges, called The Secret Miracle . The story was about up a man named Hladik, a Jewish writer living in Nazi Germany, that was arrested and sentenced to death because he was writing a play that went against common German beliefs called The Enemies.


    You might be thinking, ¡°What exactly are the rules to freedom of speech?¡± Well, inn Bastiaan Rutjen¡¯s article ¡°What Does Free Speech Mean¡± in Belief Systems and the Perception of Reality, it entails that not saluting to the flag. It also includes wearing black armbands to protest a war, and symbolic speech are included in the right of freedom of speech.


    In some ways, freedom of speech can be seen as a barrier between races because one group may feel that it is oppressed, so it has to speak loudly. In Gina Roussos¡¯s article ¡°Hate Speech is in the Eye of the Beholder¡± from the journal Social Psychological and Personality Science, the author states that in a project, researchers gathered participants to decide if a poster relating to their race was entitled to be under freedom of speech. One poster was addressed to ¡°white trash¡± while the other was directed towards ¡°n**gers¡±. At the end of the project, they had discovered that people of color had said that the poster against ¡°white trash¡± was acceptable while the poster talking about ¡°n**gers¡± was unacceptable because it was ¡°racist¡±. The people conducting the study came up with the answer that people would go towards the poster they felt was right based upon how they felt about certain words on the posters similarly to trigger words. After I read this article I thought, ¡°What exactly is freedom of speech if something can be blocked for having trigger words?¡±


    In a article called ¡°Freedom of Thought and Mental Integrity,¡± the writer described freedom of speech as the same as freedom of thought. The author also went on to write that if freedom of thought is taken over then that would mean there is a way to control what can and can¡¯t be said to a higher level (3).


    In the article ¡°What Does Free Speech Mean?¡± in which the cans and cannots of freedom of speech are explained, the case United States v. Eichman, 496 U.S. 310 from 1990 is considered as something that should be taken away. The law had added that symbolic messages could be included into the classification of freedom of speech. This idea of symbolism includes burning the flag in protest. Many people were outraged about this because they felt that burning the flag was a sign of treason and not a form of protest (to which I agree). There are other laws that are included as freedom of speech like not to salute the flag, students wearing black armbands to protest a war, and using offensive words and phrases to convey political messages (1). (Most of these laws are sensible, but a few aren¡¯t because if you really think about it, they could be considered as treacherous acts against the country).


    Most actions aren¡¯t included as freedom of speech because they either conflict with the set laws or have negative effects on people. Some things that are not considered freedom of speech is to incite actions that would harm others (e.g. yelling fire in a crowded movie theater), making obscene materials (e.g. handing out pamphlets for prostitution rings), and even burning draft cards as an anti-war protest (Routledge 1). The only law that conflicts with burning draft cards is burning the flag (which I think both are treacherous acts).


    You might be thinking, ¡°Who even comes up with these rules?¡± Well, this may come as a shocker, but freedom of speech was decided in the First Amendment. Yes, the U.S. government thought of what was and wasn¡¯t right even though it had not included the abolishment of slavery until 1865. Not all of the laws were made exactly when the First Amendment was made. New laws are being made every year because new things are being introduced every second of every day. Almost all of the new laws were decided upon by the U.S. Supreme Court. The U.S. Supreme Court hears more than 100 cases within a year, but it is only heard because once it¡¯s heard, it goes through a process of ¡°Is this worth our time?¡±


    The idea that someone or a group of people could control what you could and couldn¡¯t say might seem crazy or illogical at first, but over time, you start to realize that there is a need for a censor. You don¡¯t want to walk down the street and some guy is handing out pamphlets about all children should be raped by men in their forties. No one wants to hear or see horrible things, so the government came up with a way of censoring society by putting laws into effect. Some people might say that freedom of speech should be limited to an extent while others would say that if they ¡°the balls¡± to say it out loud, then they can handle the repercussions. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Freedom of speech first started out as something that was flimsy that most people wouldn¡¯t even follow. Most of society was very strict and bigoted, but then, one of the greatest things in American history happened, the Civil Rights Era. People were finally tired of being oppressed, so they decided to break from society¡¯s chains while following its laws. Some protests had succeeded like the Freedom Riders while others failed like Bloody Sunday (March 7, 1965) in which over 600 protestors were crossing Pettus Bridge when they were attacked by lawmen and forced to push back to Selma. In the eyes of some historians, the Civil Rights Era was the era that impacted the U.S.A the most. I myself think that the greatest impact on American history was the North American fur trade (Roussos 2-3).


    Some people think that maybe freedom of speech truly isn¡¯t something that we can control; maybe, it¡¯s something that can be ruled over and controlled. The article ¡°Freedom of Thought and Mental Integrity¡± quotes Henry David¡¯s famous quote that says ¡°I have paid no poll-tax for 6-years...but with superior strength.¡± The quote means that since the state could not stop his thoughts of not paying the poll-tax, it could punish him for acting out his thoughts. It made me think of the possibility that maybe one day the government could control what a person says or thinks so they wouldn¡¯t go against the government''s interests. It may seem crazy to believe that the government could control what a person can think or say, but it has actually happened before.


    To this very day, peoples thoughts and actions are controlled by what the government sets as ¡°laws.¡± Some of these ¡°laws¡± are beneficial to society like the ban of major corporations combining together, genocide, or any other thing that could harm anything. Actions may be controlled through a lot of things like for example if you jaywalk, then you can be fined. To avoid being fined, you¡¯re more than likely to walk on the crosswalk then running through the street and causing an accident in the process. In the article ¡°Freedom of Thought and Mental Integrity,¡± it gives an example of people trying to read or see what a person is thinking/feeling by detecting brain data in the form of connection patterns and the activation of nerve cells. The process is done by setting up an AI that can interpret fMRI scans of a subject watching a video. The AI will jot down what the video made the subject feel at that moment (5).


    The thought of being controlled may seem like some idea straight out of a sci-fi novel, but there were times in history where speech and actions were controlled. A term that was widely used in Russian history is censorship. The idea of saying what people can and can¡¯t say has been one of Russia''s top abilities. Russia has been a country known to everyone as The Blocked Country because of how it had blocked internet to the common person because only 8% of its population had access to the internet. An example of a country stunting the knowledge of the population is Japan. From a social experiment by a youtuber called Asian Boss, a person went around asking if people knew what a swastika was. More than half of the people asked did not know but others noticed that the symbol looked the same as a temple symbol. Later on in the video it is addressed how Japanese education has cut off some events in history because it would portray Japan in a bad light to its students.


    A stunted education can lead to misinformation among the masses. Here''s an example: a person that¡¯s protesting against corrupt government officials could¡¯ve been misinformed on what is protected by in freedom of speech. He had defecated on a national landmark and gotten arrested for indecent exposure, disorderly conduct, defacement of public property, or littering. Now that protester is in jail because they were informed that defecating and then throwing it at a statue was protected by freedom of speech. What is and isn¡¯t protected under freedom of speech should be known to the masses but some education systems don¡¯t have the money or time to focus on a class about rights.


    The idea that maybe the right to know what your rights are seems very important because if you know then maybe you can stop something bad from happening. People may think that freedom of speech is supposed to stop bigotry and ignorance but I have seen otherwise. I was a sophomore at Ben Davis High School when one of my friends decided to wear a confederate flag t-shirt because he had wanted to show ¡°southern pride¡±. I had told him that that wasn¡¯t a good plan considering we went to a school that was predominately african american. Later on in the day, a teacher had walked up to him and told him he couldn''t wear the t-shirt because it was ¡°racist¡±. He had gotten into a debate with her over if a item could be ¡°racist.¡± He had told her that he had no intentions of letting the scarf mean anything negative but the teacher had let her idea of ¡°confederate flag = south = slavery = bad¡± take control of the situation. This had led to my friend having a meeting with the teacher, some students that felt offended by his scarf, the vice principal, and his parents, all because he had decided to show pride for a place he was from.


    Freedom of speech may allow people to speak their minds but that doesn¡¯t mean someone won¡¯t misunderstand or disagree with what a person had said. I believe that maybe people should have the right to say whatever they want but it has to be set to a limit like you can be able to protest outside a abortion center, say that abortion is bad and have evidence on how it is bad with scientific evidence but you can¡¯t just shame a person that had an abortion because it conflicts with your religious views. Freedom of speech should be about being willing to listen to someone else''s opinion and not feeling like they had crossed a line that shouldn¡¯t have been crossed.

 Question for the bois cause girls stink

    yo, haven''t been here in a while cause of life stuff but I got a question for all my fellow bois out there.


    Have you felt an uninvited wave of melancholy at like 2am while your laying on your back?


    Like I''m laying on my back and out of nowhere I just start thinkin about the fact that I''ve been in love with a girl that loved me but then hated me because of dumb shit.


    I just don''t know why I''m awake at 2am but my body just won''t let me sleep till I think about all the good and bad things that have happened throughout my whole life. It''s like I''m watching a movie about....me, you get me?


    This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Like I know it might be the anxiety or somethin but my mind just thinks about that dark shit but when I''m close to the no-no area of my brain I get hit by a wave of euphoria.


    I start rememberin shit like my first kiss with a girl, the first time I beat a game, or other cool shit.


    Like its like my brains trying to fuck with me but then my soul says "Aye, stop that shit" and sends some good vibes.


    I just don''t know if I''m the only one of the bois feeling this every night but yea.


    Have you felt an uninvited wave of melancholy at like 2am while your laying on your back?

 Hello there

    Hey.


    Been a while, huh?


    Yep. I''ve been gone and I''m sorry.


    There was a lot of shit just kept coming all at once so I needed a little break. That little break kept getting increased because of things that just kept pushing me deeper and deeper into depression.


    The panic attacks have died down and I kinda accepted the fact that we''re all finite beings that just exist. That took awhile to grasp but it''s been even harder to accept. There were times where I''d just stay up at night and just think about how my pets would die before me, how my parents would go before I went, and some extra dark shit.


    I submitted myself to some facts in life and I¡¯ve tried super fuckin hard to reject others. One fact I submitted myself to was that my grandfather has cancer and a fact I tried to reject was that I have trouble saying the letter E after saying the letter N. Weird thing for you guys to know but I feel like sharing so take this full force big donkey dick attack or take it and probably cry about it in a few days cause lube was not on hand.


    There were times where I was just lying in bed thinking about what would happen if I were to die.


    I¡¯m not talking about suicide. I''m talking about a natural death from like old age or some shit.


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    Lifes pretty cool and you''re cool too.


    Back to the topic at hand.


    So I was just thinking about dyin bruh. Ok, jokes aside.


    I was thinking about what I would be leaving behind in the possible future if I were to die in a hospital surrounded by people that I loved and had loved me. Everything just started to go speedy fuckin gonzales in my brain.


    I was thinking about what my kids faces would look like if I even had kids in the future. I thought about what my thicc-robo mommy milky goth girlfriend would look like¡­.jesus christ I¡¯m fucking lonely.


    But really, I started to think about the possible futures I could have  in this very moment.


    A future where I actually never told Ty I loved her.


    A future where I got killed from doing dumb shit.


    A future where I took that music scholarship and did something I hated for a living.


    A future where I actually confessed to Lak.


    A future where I never stuck a finger in my ass because I thought I had anal cancer.


    A future where I just went down the wrong path.


    It all was just flying in my head and it just keep making me cry and shit. Especially that 2nd one. I¡¯m quite literally so lucky to be alive right now. Like, I¡¯m supposed to be practically buried 6 feet below the ground right now but I guess good parenting overrides fate.


    What I¡¯m trying to say is that life was going fast but my mind was going faster. I was thinking too far ahead of myself.


    I should''ve kept my pace instead of trying to match others.


    This led to me tripping when shit started happening. A pebble started becoming a fucking boulder and I didnt have a sledge hammer to break that shit away at the time. Couldn''t really walk around the boulder cause it would have taken years to pass.


    So I did the only sane thing to do. I started walking into it as hard as I could. Pretty dumb but right now I¡¯m almost through it.


    All I gotta do now is embrace some other stuff then I can get back to writing for you guys.


    But if it comes to the worst of the worst then I might take a another break.


    It is what it is.


    TL;DR: Got depressed cause bad shit kept happening to me but now I¡¯m kinda back on track.


    Thank you for reading this little nonsense post.


    Just wanted to type words.

 Chapter 7: Brotherly Love but not in a gay way though (part 1)

    My families pretty emotionally and socially retarded.


    I''m not saying this as a joke.


    My brother Aeon believes that somethings owed to him in life.


    He¡¯s ran through my parents credit cards because he wanted things like a new pair of skates, V-bucks, and other shit.


    He¡¯s told my mom on multiple occasions that she¡¯s a horrible parent and whenever he isn¡¯t given what he wants he¡¯ll threaten my family with suicide, moving away (even though he¡¯s still a minor) and repeatedly using the phrase ¡°Shut up, that¡¯s dead.¡± which means ¡°I don¡¯t wanna talk about it anymore so shut up.¡±


    I will not back down from saying that I have hit him twice in the past. ONLY because of the things he had said and done.


    And when I say hit,I mean HIT.


    The first time I really hit my younger brother was a few years ago. If I remember correctly, I was 14 and he was 13.


    At the time,Aeon was in a relationship with a young hispanic girl (we¡¯re gonna call her Rosa). Rosa was cool and I really felt that she would be able to help Aeon to the best of his abilities socially. Oh how wrong I was.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    I was in music theory class when some kid burst into the classroom yelling my name.


    I''m not the type of person to answer when some dude barges into a classroom yelling my name. Especially in the U.S. I kinda don¡¯t wanna be shot.


    After a while my classmates decide upon themselves to part like the fucking red sea so this moses fuck could see the only guy in the world thats trying to make himself not exist. Gotta tell you guys my plan didn''t work.


    So, the guy goes up to me and says ¡°Dude, ge the fuck up. We gotta talk.¡±


    Now, I¡¯m thinking the teachers gonna step in cause who¡¯s gonna let their student get absolutely demolished by some fucking rando. Welp, I was wrong cause Mr. Teacher-man just sat at his desk.


    The moses guy proceeds to drag me to the hallway.


    He looks me straight in the eye and says ¡°What the fuck did Aeon do to my sister?¡±


    Yup, I¡¯m fucked.


    I don¡¯t know what in gods name Aeon did but I prayed that he didn¡¯t do some dumb shit.


    But then it hit me like a fuckin semi. This moses dude looks a lot like Aeons girlfriend¡­.I¡¯m about to die aren¡¯t I?


    This moses dude is Rosa¡¯s older brother and it was time for the annual older brother bloodsport hosted by Joe rogan with special guests: my face and mose¡¯s fuckin fist (I thought that was funny).


    I stutter out the words ¡°I-I-I-I¡¯ll t-t-talk to him o-o-ok? I¡¯ll s-straighten him out good, ok? Please d-d-d-d-d-d-d-don¡¯t hit me!¡± like the alpha male I know I am.


    Moses could smell that his people needed saving so he told me ¡°You better get him to say sorry by the end of today or I¡¯mma fuck you and your brother like a goddamn tenga.¡± and started to walk away.


    I had felt that he left out some words but by the time I was gonna correct him he was gone like fuckin batman. Like dude, how in the hell is he that fast. Have you guys ever thought about that? How can Batman just disappear mid sentence and no one notices?


    Back to the problem at hand.


    I was now on a timer to find out what happened or else my ass would probably be fucked like a tenga; vigorously.


    I spent the next 3 hours searching for my younger brother. Which meant I skipped class for a while.