Thoughts on Identity pt. 2

How well do we really know ourselves? Now, of course we know our minds like no one else does, but does that really matter? Is what we have inside worth anything if we never let anybody in? We could be the nicest, most thoughtful, considerate and caring person in the world, but does it matter if nobody else knows? What's your best feature if you keep it unknown to others, as if it's some dark secret?

But how well do we really know ourselves? If you played someone a recording of their voice, they'd have no clue who it is. This is because of the resonance of the sound waves in the sinuses, but isn't it interesting? Just think of all the people who lived their entire lives without knowing what they really sound like. And imagine all the people who lived without knowing what they really look like. What would live have been like before mirrors? When the only glimpse you got of yourself was the occasional distorted reflection in a stream. Would people back then have worried about what they looked like? would they have worried about their hair? their clothes? If they were pretty enough? I think that things would have been a lot simpler.

Thoughts on Identity

They see me running by, and I can't help but wonder what they're thinking. Am I a student who has just experienced a traumatizing event? and now I couldn't want to be any farther away from this hellhole we call East York? or am I just a health conscious teen who wants to get some cardio in after a day in the weight room?

Now that I give it some thought, I wonder what everybody thinks about me. I know that they all see me differently, but how different are their opinions? Am I relatively the same person or am I day to one person and night to another? It's an interesting thought, but for some reason I feel like Ruiz hit the nail on the head, in the book The Fifth Agreement. What people think of you doesn't matter, because it's only what they think. It's their image of you, not you. All you can really do is be true to yourself, don't say anything that could come back to bite you, and hope that you make a good impression where you want to.

Also, you should realize that everyone lives in own little world, where they are the main character of their story. I know it's irrelevant, and I'm unable to tie it in anywhere else, but maybe it might help you make some sense of things.

I found a great quote in this book I've been reading.

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind"

-Dr. Seuss

Extra curricular activities

Up until this year I was never involved in any extracurricular activities. I always was too unmotivated to commit to anything, or I was just plain uninterested. This year however, I've joined robotics and fitness club; And they're great. We've only had one fitness club day, and My pecs and shoulders are still killing me; which means that it was quite a success.

So far robotics has been a lot of fun, we haven't done a lot in the meetings but today we did a demonstration at the science centre. As a part of the 'robots rule' weekend, us and the prestigious team 1114 put on a series of demonstrations. For those of you who don't know, our robots pick up large inflatable shapes and hang them on a rack. From opening to about four, we showcased our robots to parents with small children and a variety of media personnel. You might have seen an interview with ShawnZ on CHCH, although I doubt it. Also at the demonstration were a couple reps from MDA, the company that built Canadarm, and a lego league elementary school whose teacher forced them to put on a ridiculous presentation which stated that eating food that isn't organic will give you cancer.

My job in robotics isn't what you think it is. I'm 1st lieutenant on the spirit team (of which my little sister is the captain) and the mascot. The mascot is a spartan/gladiator with a blue crest on the helmet and a blue cape. It's awesome. The only thing it's missing is a sword, or more appropriately, a giant ratchet and clank style wrench. And a name. On top of that, Ben and Jiro say they want to forge a metal chest plate to replace the leather, but I don't know if that'll happen. BTW, Ms. Cat, can the robotics mascot get up double as uniform?

So... for this week's post we were supposed to write something about our favourite movie and include a link to a clip from it. Well... I really don't know what to say about a A Scanner Darkly, other than watch it. A clip really can't show you what the movie's about. I assume that it would just terribly mislead you. So if you are interested, google it. You can easily find it online. For a clip... I think I'll find something from I ♥ Huckabee's. It's one of the best movies I've ever seen, and it and A Scanner Darkly are in very, very close competition for my top movie. So close, that it depends on what mood I'm in, what time of day it is, and in fact, the title goes back and forth multiple times each day. Well, here ya go:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JD--IFO2no

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PhDGze8YmE&feature=related

The Job of a Human

The job of a human is be alive,
to be happy, to be sad, to be breathing,
expirience, and exist.
The job of a human is to be swell,
to make each other feel
amazing, and terrible.
The job of a human is to commit crimes,
solve them, arrest each other,
resist each other, and fight.
The job of a human is to look pretty,
look ugly, look alright,
look young, and look old.
The job of a human is to be wanted,
To be everything and nothing.
The job of a human is to be black,
white, and everything in between.
The job of a human is to be persecuted,
allowed, and smuggled,
hated and loved.
The job of a human is to
stand. Tall. Strong.
To never give up when down.
To kill each other.
To be killed. To be sold. To be bought.
To work, to work, to work.
The job of a human is to treat
every day as if it could be the last.
The job of a human is to live, then die.