You can call me a loser all you want to, but I am against Amnesty and I have been for a long time. You can tell me to get out of here all you want to, but I am still going to be against it anywhere I go. It is my opinion and my own little fact about myself.
Amnesty definition basically, in simple terms, means being pardoned from an offence, such as a doing something wrong while in political status and being pardoned because you can pretty much bribe with your politically earned money. Another example, the one I am looking at mostly, is being pardoned from being in the country without correct earned papers.
Amnesty is plaguing the country of the United States like the Swine Flu and is spreading as contagious as the SARS virus. It itself is like a cancerous disease. It is like the old but true tactic of "Monkey see, monkey do" that as far as I know, only children should follow.
There are just too damn many people coming into this country illegally and getting away with it. It is almost like a roach come into your house and you deciding to let it house itself in your pantry, let it eat your food and taint it, letting it have thousands of creepy little children, and you just let them all take over your own little house. Not so pleasant sounding now is it? I am not of any descent of intrusion like that unless you would like to count against me the European heritage. Then again, I am made up of nine races total. You can pick at me for that all you want to. Your criticism can not change how I see things, and what I see happen to others.
I am not really a fan of unwanted guests getting what they want for free. It is like stealing. Also along those lines, not to be specific on the race or call out anyone at all, but I shall refer to the government wanting to change the national language. They want to change the national language because of the immigration rates are so high with those speaking Spanish. I, being against amnesty, and being born in the wretched, trashed-up America we have today, do not approve. I know a good bit of people also who are right in the same seat as I am. The seat we are sitting on it getting quite crowded too, and it might break. We do not like when intruders come in and change every damn thing. I feel as bad as my Native heritage did when my European heritage came in and changed everything. I also feel as bad as when my African heritage was changed by my European heritage too.
Stop Amnesty. I do not want to see my born language change before my eyes. I do not want my ancestors lying down as they did before. I have no Hispanic heritage in me, and I hope that it wont happen from an over-population and force to change from the Hispanic side. I do not hate a race and I do not favor, but I will be one to fight against Amnesty. Even if I was in their situation, being an immigrant, I would still try my best to change to that place's standards. I would not try to change them, and I would listen. I respect that they are a country nice enough to let me in, and I strive to be happy among other happy people in their native lands. If I am going to be an immigrant in another country, the least I can do is know that I went there on my own will and even if by force, I will try to be able to communicate properly.
I have run into too fucking many illegals in this country, and what can I do about this? I have to sit my ass down and watch these people who can not speak a lick of English come into my life and get free shelter that could be used for an actual citizen, health care that could be better off in the hands of some citizen who can spell the words 'Health Care'. They get free money that a lot of us people could really use, and not have to suffer on below-minimum wage. They also get to repopulate and keep their children even if in high numbers and they are counted legal for being born. This place is not an incubator for intruders, and it is definitely not the proper means to have a child. Imagine being the child of an immigrant couple and in America. Can you imagine being told (even though they don't), "You were brought into this world to keep us in this country. You are pretty much a ticket. Thank you son/daughter for letting me use you for free stuff." It's like damn... are you serious?
I am personally a fan of a page on Facebook even, and it is called "Stop Amnesty" and here is a link if you want to like it too. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Stop-Amnesty/412627778833810?fref=ts
I hope you can understand and if you are against Amnesty too, just know you surely are not alone.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Random Post #3 - My common dreams
My wish for my future is to be an artist... maybe more. I want to try to be a lot of different things because I have several talents. Most of the time I feel I wont go anywhere at all with my skills and my dreams. A lot of my dreams and my main dream is one of the most common and most looked upon. I wish to be an artist, commissioned, but a lot of people wish to join the field of arts. Arts are not just consisting of drawing, painting, and sculptures. Arts can also include anything at all that is creative and using your right brain. Dance is an art. Theater is an art, it is acting, actors and common. Singing is an art. Band skills whether it be sheet music writing, playing an instrument, and even without being in a band, it is still an art. Poetry is an art along with writing in general. It can be from poems, to short stories, to novellas, to novels, to tomes upon tomes of writing but yet still, it is an art. We all knows drawing and painting, sculpture, carvings, printmaking, blue printing, interior and exterior design of any and everything is also an art. Everything that is made with your mind creatively with your own thought is an art. Now, who can tell me that they have no art skills in them at all? Not a single one... It is rare.
I have the simple little talents I have involving all of the art types listed. I can do any and all art forms with a fair and/or exceptional ease. There is one problem though. I like to do a lot of my stuff by myself and with my own materials and such that I obtain. Everything I love to do most in art forms are made by my own two hands. Not a lot of people like to have such effort put into their art unless they are like my type of people, who like to work for their recognition. This is a problem to me because of the fact that a LOT of people like to do more digital art and editing than doing their own stuff. Copyright is a problem sometimes with people who like this kind of art. I have a good feeling I will go nowhere in life all because I love to do things that wont involve 'cheating' with the computer. With a lot of computer generated stuff, it seems to be effortless. I have done computer art before and I just do not like it that much. It is becoming even more favorable though because of the rise in technology advancement. Where am I to fit in if I do the same old 'pencil and paper' tactics? Where will us 'workers' fit in within this art business? I really wish to become an artist, but at this technological phase I am stuck in competition with, what will I do with my dream?
I have the simple little talents I have involving all of the art types listed. I can do any and all art forms with a fair and/or exceptional ease. There is one problem though. I like to do a lot of my stuff by myself and with my own materials and such that I obtain. Everything I love to do most in art forms are made by my own two hands. Not a lot of people like to have such effort put into their art unless they are like my type of people, who like to work for their recognition. This is a problem to me because of the fact that a LOT of people like to do more digital art and editing than doing their own stuff. Copyright is a problem sometimes with people who like this kind of art. I have a good feeling I will go nowhere in life all because I love to do things that wont involve 'cheating' with the computer. With a lot of computer generated stuff, it seems to be effortless. I have done computer art before and I just do not like it that much. It is becoming even more favorable though because of the rise in technology advancement. Where am I to fit in if I do the same old 'pencil and paper' tactics? Where will us 'workers' fit in within this art business? I really wish to become an artist, but at this technological phase I am stuck in competition with, what will I do with my dream?
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Random Post #2 - Blogging Tips
Blogging tips-
Even though I am just starting to become a blogger myself, I have noticed a few thing I do for blogging and a bit of what others do when they go about blogging too.
Maybe one thing that most people if not all do, is write freely... what more can a blogger do? Do not be a robot or you might not end up as unique as you truly are when it comes to searching your topic on Google, and finding out that thousands have written about the SAME thing, maybe even with a chance of them having the same words as you do.
Another thing is, do not rely on having to make paragraphs and paragraphs of content, it is not essential to have a good blog. I can go about writing a few words here and there of thoughts about a topic and people that have a history or not reading a lot at a time will appeal to your stuff. I myself tend to write a bit in one post, only because when I write, I just go off into writing a lot more then intended about that topic.
Looking over others' blogs can help you get a better understanding about what might be going on today or what has gone on last week. Some people go and write about News that has shown today, News that has been in the past, opinions and tips about what to do in certain situations, even about their favorite goldfish "Fluffle-Puff Squishy Face" or something cute. Once you decide what you might want to blog about, whether it be about your mom, society, job fields, trials and errors, or even your pet goldfish, take it and run with it.
And most of all, do not write what you do not want to write about, I mean, what fun will that be? Blogging is there to help you and to help others if you want it to be. Freedom of Speech is a powerful tool to help you out.
Have fun blogging!!
Even though I am just starting to become a blogger myself, I have noticed a few thing I do for blogging and a bit of what others do when they go about blogging too.
Maybe one thing that most people if not all do, is write freely... what more can a blogger do? Do not be a robot or you might not end up as unique as you truly are when it comes to searching your topic on Google, and finding out that thousands have written about the SAME thing, maybe even with a chance of them having the same words as you do.
Another thing is, do not rely on having to make paragraphs and paragraphs of content, it is not essential to have a good blog. I can go about writing a few words here and there of thoughts about a topic and people that have a history or not reading a lot at a time will appeal to your stuff. I myself tend to write a bit in one post, only because when I write, I just go off into writing a lot more then intended about that topic.
Looking over others' blogs can help you get a better understanding about what might be going on today or what has gone on last week. Some people go and write about News that has shown today, News that has been in the past, opinions and tips about what to do in certain situations, even about their favorite goldfish "Fluffle-Puff Squishy Face" or something cute. Once you decide what you might want to blog about, whether it be about your mom, society, job fields, trials and errors, or even your pet goldfish, take it and run with it.
And most of all, do not write what you do not want to write about, I mean, what fun will that be? Blogging is there to help you and to help others if you want it to be. Freedom of Speech is a powerful tool to help you out.
Have fun blogging!!
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
My Fear - World Population
I have been thinking over this. The fact that the world's population is ever growing is starting to scare me. I want to be able to grow up in a world that will not result in its own world-wide disaster. I know I am not helping by being part of the population itself but I know that it needs to be set under a control in order for me to calm down. I feel that one day, I will wake to find outside of my window... no trees, no water, no grass space... but houses and trashed markets and dust on the grounds. The population, going at the rate it is, is fueling the fear that I might not be able to move to a country side without having to push and shove my way to stand on some grass. I know, years are a long time, decades can be a long time, centuries even longer, but what is stopping the population from growing so big that we are forced to live on the arctic lands?
What worries me most are the living conditions we might have to face with over 7billion living on the planet as we speak now. The conditions of life are not at their worst. This is just the beginning of the rest of our lives. The prices world wide are growing and growing, smacking against roofs we never thought would exist. The food sources now are almost all chemical and no organic traces left beside the basic structure of the processed foods. Only a good bit of years ago, did we start using chemicals throughout foods. I have a teacher that has been fed off of "Real" foods, and she does growing of her own. She said she was not used to the chemicals we put into our dinners. Chicken is not supposed to be over sized and looking as if filled with steroids. Meat in T.V. dinners are not to be floppy and rubbery as if they were edible plastic. Nuggets these days do not even taste like chicken. Also, because we are so used to eating these chemicals in our foods, we are used to it. Next thing you know, the food industries could be putting human remains or other junk into the food and we would never know, because just as the chemicals, we would get used to it.
Cancer rates have gone up since the chemicals have been getting placed into what we eat. Other chronic diseases are starting to form out of almost nowhere. The weight gain is tremendous and the United states if the fattest country in the World. The U.S. just happens to be the country with the most processed foods too. The downside to this "Free" country, is that there are fatal problems to face other than not enough money for housing and the horrendous crime rates.
The more space the world's population takes up, the more is being used to feed the population. The housing is getting to be a hassle because of the economy taking a shit. The pollution is getting worse by the second, literally. Why can we not just limit down the amount of people being born? Asians has the right idea. They have passed the law that limits the birth rate of their children down to two per family. Why can we not do that here, or in Mexico, or Africa? The last thing we need is more people born into poverty. Do we need more war, to raise the death rate a little? I do not want more to die with the rate it is happening by, but what will become of us if we do not solve this problem? We have enough dying and killing nature just because we have just too many at a time for one planet to handle.
This is just but a fear to me, lets not make it a nightmare come true... but then again, what can I do about it?
What worries me most are the living conditions we might have to face with over 7billion living on the planet as we speak now. The conditions of life are not at their worst. This is just the beginning of the rest of our lives. The prices world wide are growing and growing, smacking against roofs we never thought would exist. The food sources now are almost all chemical and no organic traces left beside the basic structure of the processed foods. Only a good bit of years ago, did we start using chemicals throughout foods. I have a teacher that has been fed off of "Real" foods, and she does growing of her own. She said she was not used to the chemicals we put into our dinners. Chicken is not supposed to be over sized and looking as if filled with steroids. Meat in T.V. dinners are not to be floppy and rubbery as if they were edible plastic. Nuggets these days do not even taste like chicken. Also, because we are so used to eating these chemicals in our foods, we are used to it. Next thing you know, the food industries could be putting human remains or other junk into the food and we would never know, because just as the chemicals, we would get used to it.
Cancer rates have gone up since the chemicals have been getting placed into what we eat. Other chronic diseases are starting to form out of almost nowhere. The weight gain is tremendous and the United states if the fattest country in the World. The U.S. just happens to be the country with the most processed foods too. The downside to this "Free" country, is that there are fatal problems to face other than not enough money for housing and the horrendous crime rates.
The more space the world's population takes up, the more is being used to feed the population. The housing is getting to be a hassle because of the economy taking a shit. The pollution is getting worse by the second, literally. Why can we not just limit down the amount of people being born? Asians has the right idea. They have passed the law that limits the birth rate of their children down to two per family. Why can we not do that here, or in Mexico, or Africa? The last thing we need is more people born into poverty. Do we need more war, to raise the death rate a little? I do not want more to die with the rate it is happening by, but what will become of us if we do not solve this problem? We have enough dying and killing nature just because we have just too many at a time for one planet to handle.
This is just but a fear to me, lets not make it a nightmare come true... but then again, what can I do about it?
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
My Life - Pre-Opperation Experience
Most recently, on the 12th of September, I had gone through Bunion Surgery. The surgery was to remove two moderate bunions from my right foot. There was a Plain old Bunion on my right foot on the left side of it, and on the right I had grown a small/moderate Tailor's bunion off of my smallest toe. I am now recovering nicely and I cannot wait to get back into school soon enough.
Before I had gone into surgery to get this procedure done, I had noticed something different. My room was more interesting than it had been for a long time. I was having preoperative stress, and along with it I had started to pay attention to every thing around me. I am writing this to tell you exactly what I noticed that, so far that I know of, had changed my life.
When I went to sleep, my insomnia acted up and caused me to wake up in the middle of the night. Not because of nervousness or fear, but just the simple fact that I cannot stay asleep at night. When I awoke at 3am, I stared out of the window at the night/early morning sky and I could not help but marvel at the fact I could only see a few stars. Being within Milwaukee, you barely see any due to lights. The strange thing about me noticing the stars, was that I had never gotten up from insomnia to occupy my time with anything other than trying to go back to sleep and worrying about waking up again.
When I got up in the morning to get ready to get picked up to go the Surgicenter of Greater Milwaukee for my procedure, I woke up calmer than normal. I slowly got up out of bed and lightly turned off my screaming alarm clock. I noticed the time was 8:02. I normally do not care what time it is and I just turn my attention to turning off the loud alarm. Over the hour I had to get ready, I remember that everything I did that morning, was done calmly and not in a rush or bustle. I noticed everything was a lot more clear to me. I saw the room's white walls as white for once, and not clear as if non-existing. Everything that was in my room, I took notice to fully for once. My "Daughter", a parakeet named Muniya, was not awake fully but I woke her up to give her little pecks before I had to go. I had a light tinge in my mind that this day might be my last. I knew that foot surgery would not kill me since it is only a foot and it carries not as many or as big of arteries as the arm, thigh, or anywhere around the heart. Instead of worrying about the foot surgery killing me, I had the little naive thought that the anesthetic would harm me. I am only 16 years of age with the height of 5'4 currently, and the weight of about 108-110lbs. Being underweight, you will worry of things more than the average person would. Well, if you do not worry, I do. I remembered more than I should have for a normal day. I had remembered where I had left my hairbrush on my bed and everything I had touched that morning and left to set down. Muniya had tweeted in her little bird language an almost audible, "Good luck." to me as I left my room to leave the house.
When outside I had noticed more than normal. I was outside waiting for my ride there and I chose to sat down on the cement stairs. The weather was fair yet warm for about 9am in the morning. I had noticed almost everything rarely noticed, such as the amount of ants crawling around outside on the ground, the colors and names of the dogs if their names were said out loud., and other things. This noticing had gone on for all of the time I was outside and up until the ride got here. When we got in the ride, me and my biological mother, I had noticed what each person I interacted with was wearing clearly, their voices, their scents, their hair and eyes, and everything.
When we had arrived at the place, I noticed everything else. I realized as I walked into the place, that I could read the looks on people's faces a lot easier, and they all had the same thought, the people who were there already and those who entered in as I sat down waiting to be called back. They all thought, "This person came in. They look pretty fine to me. What could they possibly be getting surgery on?" Also some would think to themselves, "Which of them is getting the surgery?" If they were to look at a group of people sitting together. I could read them and know what they thought for I thought the same thing about them too.
On the news on the television a good bunch of yards away, I got up to go hear it, but the news had President Barack Obama talking about the death of the United States Ambassador, Christopher J. Stevens, who was murdered in an attack that was possibly planned, in Libya.
I noticed everything around me and could remember everybody's face in the clinic I was in. Nothing had gone unnoticed.
Soon enough I was cold from the air conditioning in the building, so I had asked to go sit outside for a little bit and wait until I was warm enough to come back in or I was called. I was able to go outside, and out there I had the most fun I had in a day. Normally I am not allowed to go outside because there are people after me, and if I did go outside, I had to watched. When I was outside I stood in the sun off of the cement in the parkway. It was warming and pleasant to stand in for once to me, not tiring or too hot. I twirled around to feel warmer air and a bit of bliss before I could not do it again for about a month or more. I touched the grass that was softer than I had ever touched grass before, and I was happy. I had gone back in eventually to sit down because I was warm enough, only to come back outside to sit because I had gotten cold again. This time I sat on the bench outside of the doors instead of roaming around. There I sat and thought to myself the chances of living and was convincing myself I would be fine. After all, they are surgeons in a surgical place for a reason. I was sure to be fine and with that, I had calmed down to nothing and I was accepting my surgical procedure in about an hour or two. Also, while sitting I had started to notice colors more than I ever had before. The grass with almost blue it was such a deep green. The bee that buzzed past me had bright yellow stripes. Normally I have the reaction to bees as to flinch and run out of their way only over the fear of the last time I had been stung, but I just sat there and watched it fly away, almost hearing the buzzing of the wings down to every air shift it made with them. After some time of resting outside, I was called back.
From there I was taken back for my procedure to be done within an hour. Everything was still vivid to me and everything in me was still surprisingly calm. Nothing could disturb me into a riot now. Everything that day before I had gone in, was vivid to me.
I am now recovering and because of this experience I had, I notice things a lot more clearly and vividly. I think I needed that experience. It made me realize the Earth has a lot of stuff to offer for peace, calm, and serenity. It helps to look around before surgery, I think it makes us if not just myself if not, a better observer. Wish me luck with recovery! I love you readers!
~Brii
Before I had gone into surgery to get this procedure done, I had noticed something different. My room was more interesting than it had been for a long time. I was having preoperative stress, and along with it I had started to pay attention to every thing around me. I am writing this to tell you exactly what I noticed that, so far that I know of, had changed my life.
When I went to sleep, my insomnia acted up and caused me to wake up in the middle of the night. Not because of nervousness or fear, but just the simple fact that I cannot stay asleep at night. When I awoke at 3am, I stared out of the window at the night/early morning sky and I could not help but marvel at the fact I could only see a few stars. Being within Milwaukee, you barely see any due to lights. The strange thing about me noticing the stars, was that I had never gotten up from insomnia to occupy my time with anything other than trying to go back to sleep and worrying about waking up again.
When I got up in the morning to get ready to get picked up to go the Surgicenter of Greater Milwaukee for my procedure, I woke up calmer than normal. I slowly got up out of bed and lightly turned off my screaming alarm clock. I noticed the time was 8:02. I normally do not care what time it is and I just turn my attention to turning off the loud alarm. Over the hour I had to get ready, I remember that everything I did that morning, was done calmly and not in a rush or bustle. I noticed everything was a lot more clear to me. I saw the room's white walls as white for once, and not clear as if non-existing. Everything that was in my room, I took notice to fully for once. My "Daughter", a parakeet named Muniya, was not awake fully but I woke her up to give her little pecks before I had to go. I had a light tinge in my mind that this day might be my last. I knew that foot surgery would not kill me since it is only a foot and it carries not as many or as big of arteries as the arm, thigh, or anywhere around the heart. Instead of worrying about the foot surgery killing me, I had the little naive thought that the anesthetic would harm me. I am only 16 years of age with the height of 5'4 currently, and the weight of about 108-110lbs. Being underweight, you will worry of things more than the average person would. Well, if you do not worry, I do. I remembered more than I should have for a normal day. I had remembered where I had left my hairbrush on my bed and everything I had touched that morning and left to set down. Muniya had tweeted in her little bird language an almost audible, "Good luck." to me as I left my room to leave the house.
When outside I had noticed more than normal. I was outside waiting for my ride there and I chose to sat down on the cement stairs. The weather was fair yet warm for about 9am in the morning. I had noticed almost everything rarely noticed, such as the amount of ants crawling around outside on the ground, the colors and names of the dogs if their names were said out loud., and other things. This noticing had gone on for all of the time I was outside and up until the ride got here. When we got in the ride, me and my biological mother, I had noticed what each person I interacted with was wearing clearly, their voices, their scents, their hair and eyes, and everything.
When we had arrived at the place, I noticed everything else. I realized as I walked into the place, that I could read the looks on people's faces a lot easier, and they all had the same thought, the people who were there already and those who entered in as I sat down waiting to be called back. They all thought, "This person came in. They look pretty fine to me. What could they possibly be getting surgery on?" Also some would think to themselves, "Which of them is getting the surgery?" If they were to look at a group of people sitting together. I could read them and know what they thought for I thought the same thing about them too.
On the news on the television a good bunch of yards away, I got up to go hear it, but the news had President Barack Obama talking about the death of the United States Ambassador, Christopher J. Stevens, who was murdered in an attack that was possibly planned, in Libya.
I noticed everything around me and could remember everybody's face in the clinic I was in. Nothing had gone unnoticed.
Soon enough I was cold from the air conditioning in the building, so I had asked to go sit outside for a little bit and wait until I was warm enough to come back in or I was called. I was able to go outside, and out there I had the most fun I had in a day. Normally I am not allowed to go outside because there are people after me, and if I did go outside, I had to watched. When I was outside I stood in the sun off of the cement in the parkway. It was warming and pleasant to stand in for once to me, not tiring or too hot. I twirled around to feel warmer air and a bit of bliss before I could not do it again for about a month or more. I touched the grass that was softer than I had ever touched grass before, and I was happy. I had gone back in eventually to sit down because I was warm enough, only to come back outside to sit because I had gotten cold again. This time I sat on the bench outside of the doors instead of roaming around. There I sat and thought to myself the chances of living and was convincing myself I would be fine. After all, they are surgeons in a surgical place for a reason. I was sure to be fine and with that, I had calmed down to nothing and I was accepting my surgical procedure in about an hour or two. Also, while sitting I had started to notice colors more than I ever had before. The grass with almost blue it was such a deep green. The bee that buzzed past me had bright yellow stripes. Normally I have the reaction to bees as to flinch and run out of their way only over the fear of the last time I had been stung, but I just sat there and watched it fly away, almost hearing the buzzing of the wings down to every air shift it made with them. After some time of resting outside, I was called back.
From there I was taken back for my procedure to be done within an hour. Everything was still vivid to me and everything in me was still surprisingly calm. Nothing could disturb me into a riot now. Everything that day before I had gone in, was vivid to me.
I am now recovering and because of this experience I had, I notice things a lot more clearly and vividly. I think I needed that experience. It made me realize the Earth has a lot of stuff to offer for peace, calm, and serenity. It helps to look around before surgery, I think it makes us if not just myself if not, a better observer. Wish me luck with recovery! I love you readers!
~Brii
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Upset at the Government : National Language
I disagree with having a bi-lingual nation! I am outraged by the fact that they want to change the primary language to Spanish, over the fact that TOO MANY illegals and legal aliens are occupying a great deal of America. I am already up set at the fact that they are here in the first place. I remember under 10 years ago... I was a patriot to America. I was all about America and pride in this nation, even though a great deal of the people mess it up anyway. I was still in favor of this place... until I noticed there are too many Hispanics are up here, taking all of our stuff. I am not blaming them for stuff like that, I am just upset at the fact it is like that now. There are some good ones out there, but the ones I have met, and I mean a lot of them, are not good at all. Now that the nation is how it is now, with all the filth still, but it will just add to conflict if you just up and change the nation's language, with all of this I might just turn against the place. This is not a threat to the nation, I am just trying to get my opinion through. The Spaniards did not come here first, the English did. We should not have to change the language because people who do not belong here want you to. You do not give a kid a bucket of sugar just because they wanted it now do you? Do not change the language please? Me and several other normal English-speaking Americans will appreciate it a bunch.
Body Language Observations - Avoiding Collisions
Have you ever walked down the street or hallway, and suddenly you see a person coming your way and you two try to pass each other, but end up doing that little 'side-step at the same time' thing and end up trying to pass each other for a minute?
I know I have problems with that at times, and so do lots of other people out there. So I put it as a goal to figure out how to avoid it.
Most recently, I have figured out a good enough way to avoid it... I tested it in my school hallways. I purposely went through busy hallways for a few days, about four days, and tested a few things out on people to see just how people react to certain things. If you look head on at a person, you will most likely collide into them. It is known for a great amount of people, if not all, that by your mental nature, if you are in motion, and you turn to face something, you will unconsciously head towards it... and other people's self conscious mind knows that. For an example, if you are on a bicycle and you turn to face a tree, you will most likely go towards the tree, even if you do not want to. You do it because you looked towards it, either in attempts to avoid it, or it was distracting. Same thing with people running into people. I found that if you turn your head to face a different way than the person coming towards you, the other person will unconsciously see this, and might as a fact, turn the opposite way and avoid collision, thinking without actually thinking you might be going the other way. Try it out some time!
I know I have problems with that at times, and so do lots of other people out there. So I put it as a goal to figure out how to avoid it.
Most recently, I have figured out a good enough way to avoid it... I tested it in my school hallways. I purposely went through busy hallways for a few days, about four days, and tested a few things out on people to see just how people react to certain things. If you look head on at a person, you will most likely collide into them. It is known for a great amount of people, if not all, that by your mental nature, if you are in motion, and you turn to face something, you will unconsciously head towards it... and other people's self conscious mind knows that. For an example, if you are on a bicycle and you turn to face a tree, you will most likely go towards the tree, even if you do not want to. You do it because you looked towards it, either in attempts to avoid it, or it was distracting. Same thing with people running into people. I found that if you turn your head to face a different way than the person coming towards you, the other person will unconsciously see this, and might as a fact, turn the opposite way and avoid collision, thinking without actually thinking you might be going the other way. Try it out some time!
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