jaren

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I don't know what it could be. It could be the mild depression, the small ammount of A.D.D, or my overall lack of interest. Or, it could fall under other traits that have me looking into the mirror, laughing at the sight of my face like I was high at what's-her-face's party. Then again, I wouldn't know what it is like to be high.
I don't know. Maybe I want to be different. Maybe I want to be different so that I can get the attention of others. Yet, I just want people to know who I am. Then again, I don't mind being that random average kid in school, falling asleep half way through every class, only to get a 55 in chemistry, and still walk away with an 82% average overall.
I was walking down downtown one time, and some homeless man asked me if I was happy. Normally, I wouldn't have heard this with the music my iPod was playing, or that I'm usually thinking about myself in another dimension, and if I actually do exist there with five friends I created in my head. But I did hear it. I would have kept on walking on, getting hyped up inside while listening to M.O.P, or Fort Minor, or even Fall Out Boy, and just be as calm as a... calm thing. But I just stood there, thinking. Am I really happy?
Our Lady Peace had a CD called 'Happiness Isn't a Fish You Can Catch". If it isn't a fish, is it bug? An animal? A Sit-com that comes on every night at One AM? Is happiness found on the inside, is it a mental state? Is it tangible? Intangible? Is it knowing you're better than someone, or that, you've found that special someone? Is it knowing that you've finally gotten what you've deserved, or what others have deserved? Is happiness relief, or is it just constant fear?
Then again, what do we scared of really. What do we fear. Isn't the route of all fear death? Don't our greatest fears revolve around the very end? Some are scared of disapointing their parents... but are they really? Or are they really scared of their parents just losing hope, having their hope within them die.
How do we know we didn't already die? How do we know we're not already dead? Sure, we're "alive", but how alive can one be? What is it to be alive? Surely, we think the living dead as zombies, but is it the zombies that are really living? Maybe living is not really having a purpose, and the only reason we die is because we find a purpose. Without a purpose, we believe we'd be nothing. But, is being nothing so bad?
Then again, why do we think something is bad. Does being bad tie in with what fear is? Or is something that is bad another way that we're shielding ourselves from something that can make us evolve. Is what we think is bad, really, the only way we can move forward as human beings?
Or maybe we just don't want to move forward, but move ahead. People want to be better off than someone else, and will go through great lengths to become that. We break good people, to get what we want, to realize at the end of the day we're nothing. We say we need something, but really we just want it, and when we obtain it, it's tossed to the side. We say we want something, because we need it. And when we need it, we really just want it, and when we obtain it, it gets tossed to the side. We don't want death, but we need it right? But if we don't want death, but we need it, so therefore we really want it, and when we finally obtain it, we're tossed to the side.
The side is the area surrounding the centre. We're mostly on the side, and everyone of importance is in the centre. It's funny how people in the centre are the ones that control us, when we're the ones that surround them. The centre directs how we should act, gives us sets of rules to follow, so that we can't realize that we surround them. The irony is that we surround those of importance in the centre, and therefore, since we can surround them, there must be a larger number of us, and there is power in numbers, which means we can overpower them. But the smaller group in the centre still control us. But what's it to them when we realize it? If the people in the centre keeps us in line, then there is no surrounding. There is just the people who matter, and the people who don't.
Matter is the thing that makes up everything. Everything is composed of matter. Everything tangible, however. If something is intangible, and it matters, but it isn't made of matter, is it really there? Or is it a matter of time, before something intangible doesn't matter, and since it isn't made of matter, it doesn't matter if it exsists or not. And if something doesn't matter, chances are it doesn't exist.
Do we exist? Do we really matter? We are composed of matter, but do we really matter? If we are made of matter, and don't really matter, is it just a matter of time before we aren't composed of matter, and then don't matter, so we don't exist?
Does this really exist? Does reading this whole thing, up to this point really matter? Do you want to know something about me? Is this why you're reading this? To find out something about me? What about me is there to know about?
My name is Jaren. I live in Canada. Mississauga Ontario Canada. My birthday is August 2nd, 1989. I go to school. St. Joseph Secondary School. I watch movies, and TV, and listen to music. I write scripts. Video game scripts. I want to have my own video game company one day. One day I want to make video games. I have friends. The greatest of friends. I talk to friends. I hang out with friends. Do you want to be my friend? I like making movies. I make movies with my movie production "company". my movie production company is called Untied Shoes. My shoes aren't untied right now. I'm not even wearing shoes right now. I am wearing a hoodie. hoodies are awesome. I like hip hop. The element of hip hop for me is Graffiti. That it? No. not by a long shot.
Do I make sense? No? Good. If you wasted your time reading this, good for you. Give sitting down and typing random bullshit a try some time...