When I'm Board... by Simon Hatcher https://padlet.com/Simon_Finch/boardness_begone Whenever I get board, I suddenly get somehow into the mood for philosophies, and I suddenly become that way. Through this, I hope I can get rid of such a habit. en-us 2015-09-23 00:21:40 UTC 2016-05-23 23:57:18 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-assets.storage.googleapis.com/portrait/notebook.jpg  There Is Nothing Wrong With Me. Simon_Finch https://padlet.com/Simon_Finch/boardness_begone/wish/71624103 2015-09-23 00:25:09 UTC https://padlet.com/Simon_Finch/boardness_begone/wish/71624103 Can We? Simon_Finch https://padlet.com/Simon_Finch/boardness_begone/wish/71815952 Are we the things that we say we are? Are we the people we were meant to be, the humans that others have been lead to believe? Or, are we liars, hypocrites all, and we do so to make ourselves feel better. Can we change that, or not? Can we change ourselves, or not? Can the world become better, or worse? Can loved ones turn their backs and never come back? Can we become who we really are, or does the pressure of society bring us to our knees, and we need to contort our faces in such ways to make a mask, to make a way to hide the pain. Or, we can't do such things. It's the lives we grew up with, the eyes that always were there, the people always there either to laugh or cheer, to support or jeer.
Sometimes I don't know if I'm complaining or philosophizing on some random topic that came up. Sometimes, I don't know if I am myself, or someone else.
I wonder if humans are like that.
]]> 2015-09-23 19:20:49 UTC https://padlet.com/Simon_Finch/boardness_begone/wish/71815952 It hurts... Simon_Finch https://padlet.com/Simon_Finch/boardness_begone/wish/77536845 Can it stop? Can it please stop? it's becoming too much... too much for me to handle. It grows, it lessens, it tricks, it shows all its plans. Please, make it stop... make it stop...

]]> 2015-10-26 17:35:04 UTC https://padlet.com/Simon_Finch/boardness_begone/wish/77536845 Simon_Finch https://padlet.com/Simon_Finch/boardness_begone/wish/112228093 This is beginning to get a little out of hand. Way too out of hand. One would think that the whole world is at your fingertips, when rather, you are the puppet. Life is just playing out a little fucking drama. First, it's confusion. Then, it's sadness. Then, it comes to rage. I'm done with the idiotic American society whereas we all call "buddy" and follow every will and bidding that comes out of his mouth. I'm done with the stereotypes that follow us around fucking our lives to the very bitter end. Can it all just go away and we all act like this age of the strive for pleasure and happiness, and we all act like it never happened? No. We can't. Why? Because, we're all idiots. We are all motherfucking idiots, and you know what? I think I'm one of the few that realize it. That realize 1, that we are all idiots, and 2, that I can't do a damn thing. Is this what feeling weak is like? IS THIS WHAT FEELING LIKE A COMPLETE USELESS PILE OF GIBBERING TRASH IS LIKE? OR IS IT JUST THE FACT THAT I CAN'T DO A FUCKING THING FOR THIS ONE SIMPLE TASK... so that means I failed the test? What test? The test of life? The test of courage? THE TEST THAT MEANS AB-SO-LUTELY FUCKING NOTHING. 
Why, what an ass am I. To think that I could rule the world. To think that I could change it, when it is too far gone, too far gone...
Why, what an idiot am I, for not knowing what to do. For not doing what I am supposed to do. For not... being naught.
And so it begins. The slow cascade down to insanity. Oh, wait. I'm already there. Then, welcome to Hell.]]> 2016-05-23 23:47:46 UTC https://padlet.com/Simon_Finch/boardness_begone/wish/112228093