Hallo! [aka "Well, It's Been A While"]

Y'know that feeling when everything has just gone wrong and you just want to get as far away from your life as you could possibly get?

Yeah.

That happened.

Sadly, I can't run away just yet. I need to graduate first.
Then I can run away from my problems and mistakes all I want to.

Well, while I try to wait out the storm before my inevitable escape, let's chat, shall we?

It's been quite a while since I last posted.
 Not sure anybody really missed me, but don't worry, the feeling is mutual.

Last time, I wrote such a cheesy and weird post I just ran away.
I should stop doing that.

It's better to face your problems than to run away. Why can't I just learn that lesson?


...

Actually, if I had the opportunity, I don't think I'd be able to leave.


I'm too afraid to lose all that I've lived for up until now.
Too afraid to lose what I have.

Welp.

Back to life I go.

Every now and then I make a blog post.

Recently, over on Quora (which I spend so much time on these days), I saw a question that said something along the lines of "Do atheists look forward to the nothingness after death?" The context was that atheists since they don't believe in the idea of heaven, believe instead in nothingness after death. The answer that had popped up in my feed (written by Andrew Weill) was quite interesting, discussing what his interpretation of the post-death experience is.

What actually caught my eye (no offense to Mr. Weill and his fantastic writing skills) was a lonely comment on the bottom by a Mr. Weigelt, stating that he didn't like the idea of an afterlife, due to the fact he didn't appreciate some aspects of his idea of Heaven. I quote, "I hate the idea of sitting on a cloud and playing the harp for eternity." It's a bit of an odd idea of Heaven, seemingly derived mostly from comic/cartoon portrayals, but it's not that unusual and I'm not judging.

This sat in my head for quite a bit, as in my quest to see it from his point of view, I pondered about what Heaven, in all of its religious glory, really is. And I came across some interesting things as I did so.

Heaven, in the simplest of terms, is one of the two (scratch that, three) locations where the afterlife takes place. In Heaven, all your needs are met, and you never have to suffer. This would mean that if Mr. Weigelt doesn't want to play the harp for eternity, he wouldn't have to, as I suppose that hating something is a form of suffering. It's not that he wouldn't enjoy Heaven because he doesn't enjoy playing the harp, it's that it would be boring.

Which, I guess, is true to a certain extent. With no problems or suffering, it would be quite boring and monotonous after it's all over. I'm not saying that pain and suffering are always good, as there are many people who are suffering more than is necessary. However, like most things, it's good in moderation. As demonstrated on many occasions throughout history, it does things like help you maintain mental flexibility, teaches you important lessons and draws people closer. 

Such is the spice of life.


BONUS: I'd probably enjoy it in Mr. Weigelt's Heaven. I'd probably learn something really inappropriate, like "Sit On My Face," by Monty Python. With an eternity to practice, I might as well.

Looking Back: "What was I thinking?!?"

No, the blog isn't ending. Sad, I know.

It's just that I've haven't written for this for awhile, and I'm in a strangely reminiscent mood today. The fact that school ended for me today probably contributes to that.

So. because of that, I decided to read all my old blog posts, the majority of which, for reference, were posted two or so years ago [STOP PRESS: It was only one year ago. My bad] (aka a loooong time ago).
It's surprising how much someone can age or mature in a year.

I'm not saying I'm mature, because I'm obviously not. Being mature means attempting to make the best decisions, such as, you know, color scheme. I'm saying that I'm more mature by comparison.

My writing style also changed. I put more spaces between my sentences, because it helps with my pacing (In my head, I read really fast. Adding extra lines helps me slow down.). Many seem to find this annoying.

In addition to this new development, my vocabulary is more, *ahem*, colourful. I use words like collywobbles and cockamamy now. Which also seems to bother people (there's just no pleasing certain individuals!).

Well, 'twas nice to revisit all these old memories.

See you guys soon.

Wedneday Post #8: A Short Story (of My Life)

Yeah, we're talking about my life now.  Fun stuff.


Nah just kidding. I like my privacy.

All you need to know is that 'Naver Hetana' isn't my real name, and then you're set.

No one visits my blog anymore. Not even my loyal French viewer(s). All the views to my page are from my own. Or at least, I think so.

Not many of us out there use DuckDuckGo, after all, and I'm pretty sure no one bothers to check my G+.

I'm running out of things to write about.

Maybe I'll write a short story of some kind and post here.


Yeah.


That sounds good.


See y'all next week with a story.

P.S. I scrolled down my blog to look at my older posts. It's just like a wall of text. I have no idea how I managed to write so much.

Wednesday Post #7: Wow

Y'know, I really should incorporate blogging into my life more.

And the best way to do that is to make my life dependent on blogging somehow.

And the only way I can do that is to bet something important to me on maintaining my stream of blog posts.

So from now on, for every post I miss, I lose 5 bucks to my brother.


Oh my golly that's gonna be a doozer.

Wednesday Post # 6: SHIZ!

Darn it.


I forgot to post again.


For two whole weeks.

If you're curious about the title, I'm that type of person who replaces cuss words with alternate words.

The title is the word that immediately came up in my head when I finally remembered the blog.

Hence, a new blog title.

Thank you for the views, supposedly French, loyal, blog viewers.

No, literally, the only people who seem to visit my blog are French.

See? That, my readers, is a snapshot of my blog view statistics provided by Blogger.

The darker the country, the more views. There are 4 views logged from France, by Chrome users, on Windows PCs. Yep, all that information is recorded by my blog when you visit it.

So clear your cookies, loyal readers.


On an unrelated sidenote, Blogger also provides the websites which relay my viewers to my page (found here). I clicked a few, curious on where you guys are coming from.

Holy cow. You guys sure like your pornographic content.

(If you're wondering, the views from U.S.A. are a result of me viewing my own blog. Vain, I know.)

Wednesday #5: The Return of the Avocado

Hey! I remembered to post! Ain't that awesome?

If you've been on my blog for a while, you might notice some things I've changed, i.e. the three widgets on the button. Along with the external linkies and the extra Google+ follow widget, there's a subscribe widget.

So SUBSCRIBE!!! It's the easiest way to keep track of what's happening here on my blog.

Also, I've become addicted to an online game. That's the reason why this post is so short.

Help my eggs!