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I went to bed... around 6
thinkin to myself, I've got some great true stories that kinda embody my relationship with my family and some of the conflicts in my past, and I think maybe how I meandered into Buddhism and pacifism.
I must admit that when confronted with a potentially physically harmful encounter- I opted to fling someone's head into a wall rather than get sat on.
Does that make me "not a pacifist"? I don't really think so.
My terms have a condition- if you attempt to harm me or anyone I care about, and I'm not given alternatives- I will use force.
The DL even has supported acts of defense and physical coercion... which I was more than shocked to read.
I've already said that "in the event of invasion or a real attack on my ideals, I would likely become a guerilla patriotic to my own beliefs"
I don't find acts of defense to be unnatural, I do however abhor acts of aggression. So, yes, in the unlikely event of mobilization against my home and family, people will die.
Though I'd much rather be a public figure advocating peaceful alternatives. Maybe even light myself on fire in a busy city...
More than anything though, these would be stories about my family in their attempts to "protect" me. I dunno how many I'll get around to, but I've been thinking about these things lately.
That and Plamo.
Plastic modeling. Yeah, I'm still on that Gundam kick, it is 30th anniversary, and I'm sure some of the more rare specimens are going to dissipate from shelves worse than they already have. Time is now to hit restocks and rarities.
And I've been pretty bored with online games. Time to do something else.
Like, play guitar and build models.
Life is different without school, let me tell you.
That and you develope more skills ... different skills... doing new things.
Games have taught me to be an analytical and tactical misfit with good hand eye coordination and ever failing eyesight from focusing on the screen to hard.
Cooking for myself has saved me money, developed my pallette, timing, taste, increased my health and dexterity.
Reading has taught me universes.
Poetry has taught me how to break my own heart.
Raising my dog has taught me the love of caring for someone else, and the patience it requires.
What's the harm in plucking some strings
or buying an airbrush?
