Why are you you? – Repost

What makes you you?

Why are you the way you are?

If your friends had to pick 5 adjectives to describe you (single words that would encompass who you are or a single aspect of who you are), where would those adjectives have originated? Who came up with them? Did you decide that’s who you are or did your friends use that word to descibe you often and it just stuck with you?

I ask because of this:

Once upon a time, in the land of my dining room, my roommate was talking to a friend of ours. She was saying that the friend said I was “anal” and “scary”. Two awesome adjectives you always want to hear from other people when they are describing you… then again I can think of a few others I would rather hear…

Anyway, she denied saying that I was “scary” but admitted to saying I was “anal.” I love my friends.

Not only is this inappropriate conversation, especially when the person you are talking about is right there in the room, but it’s just rude, and mean, and they are stupid poopy pants.

I was thinking, though… when I was in grade school many kids noted that I was a perfectionist. Particulary when it came to arts and crafts. To this day I will do things in a specific way and insist on dealing with every last detail. Is this a natural part of me? Or did the positive feedback I was getting in grade school (when I would act such a way) cause me to continue to act that way, and about more than just arts and crafts?

Let’s say that the kids in my class made fun of me for being a perfectionist. Is it possible that I would have came to loath such a quality? If this is the case, I would have began to brush things off, do things half-assed, and probably would became a laid back person. I would do things to get it done, instead of doing it to do it correctly. Or at the least, I wouldn’t have put more effort than was needed to get it done well. I would have turned out the exact opposite of who I am now. Or would I?

Do you think I would have became a different person? Perhaps I would have tried my hardest to be laid back but it might not work. If my “perfectionism” or “attention to detail” is a natural quality of mine, then there is nothing I can do to rid myself of it. Sure, I could suppress it, but it would still be there, slowly sneaking out until I eventually give in and let it become part of me again.

So my big question today is: Who decided who you are? I’m not talking about the whole career thing, where your parents decided you are going to be a doctor. I’m talking about the real you; the inner you; the you inside you. I’m talking about your personality. Who decided you are a perfectionist; soft spoken; shy; outlandish; fun loving; a thrill seeker; an outcast; a biker kid; a slacker?

Who made you you?

-Diggs out

P.S. – this is an article I wrote years ago on another platform. When I moved to WordPress I imported them all over. Now, I’ve decided to repost the ones I like, and believe to still be relevant. Enjoy.

Win or Earn?

It’s a miracle! You did it! You actually did it! You had a better chance at having identical quadruplets but you, you lucky snake of a monkey’s uncle dog… you achieved every American’s dream.

You won the lottery.

And then six months later you spent it all, racked up debt you can’t pay, and finally were forced to pay your taxes. Continue reading

People Don’t Get Chat

I play Pokemon Go

(ever-y day!)

And one of the main aspects of the game is catching Pokemon.

You’d think there’d be a way to tell other people you’ve found certain types of Pokemon in certain places. Then they could visit those places and catch those Pokemon; which they have been searching all over God’s green Kanto to find!

OH WAIT! Continue reading

It’s fireworks season…

I’m sitting outside right now. I’m at the Pokestop across the street. I came out to see who was shooting off fireworks.

It’s everyone, by the way.

Besides wondering if Illinois will EVER create a good budget that doesn’t suck it’s citizens dry so the fat cat legislature can live easy, I’m also contemplating the same thing I contemplate every year.

Why are fireworks illegal?

I’m not talking about the sparkly looking sky bombs the city shoots off at the official 4th of July celebration. I’m talking about the little light it on fire and run like hell versions usually sold at tents on the side of the highway.

And yes, I know some of those can be near death experiences waiting to happen.

You see, fireworks are illegal in Illinois. But in my home town of who the heck cares, nobody cares. The citizens don’t care. The police don’t care. The media doesn’t care. Even PETA simply reminds people to keep their pets indoors so they don’t get scared and run away.

The only time it becomes a problem is when some kid shoots his eye out. Then people are like, “what’s wrong with you, kid? Get your holidays straight, will ya?!”

But seriously, only when someone gets hurt or sets their house on fire do we see anything about how dangerous fireworks are. The police come out and say they will be confiscating all fireworks they can find.

And then they go out and shoot them off, too!

So, my problem?

Illinois is corrupt! Ya, it took fireworks to make me realize that. I couldn’t figure it out any other way…

*cough* budget crisis *cough*

Excuse me.

My issue isn’t why illegal fireworks are allowed. My issue is why aren’t fireworks legal?

If fireworks were legal, every year there would be fireworks safety demos. There would be safety pamphlets everywhere. The news would play firework safety segments, there would be fireworks safety articles in the local newspapers, and YouTube would light up with top 10 firework misconceptions… albeit along side top 10 coolest, most unconventional things to do with fireworks videos… But still.

You’re not going to rid the world of stupid. So at least give people, who would otherwise be smart, actual safety tips.

I’m now going to list the dangerous and stupid things I’ve seen people do, some of which I’m watching right now because they may be stupid and I may not support it but ooh look at the pretty lights in the sky:

  • Shoot Roman candles at one another.
  • Shoot off fireworks in the middle of the woods.
  • Hand a toddler a sparkler.
  • Light a bottle rocket in ones hand and allow it to fire from their hand, attempting to time their drop with the ignition of the bottle rocket (and guess how well that goes).
  • Tying multiple bottle rocket fuses together and lighting them all at once.
  • Sticking a bottle rocket in the ground, because that’s as good as a pole or, like, a bottle. Oh no, it fell over! Quick! Stick it back in the hole before it ignites!
  • Set a bunch of firecrackers behind a buddy and light them.
  • Bending over a firework that failed to ignite to try and light it again.

So, Illinois, if you want more money just make fireworks legal. Then, you can tax the hell out of them instead of taxing the hell out of me.

-Diggs out

P.S. – You don’t really know how smart someone is until you get them around fireworks.