Please stop.

Please stop.
People like to call me a hipster. Correction; people who are not hipsters like to call me a hipster. I am not a hipster. Not that it matters. My mind defines a hipster as someone who loves to hate. Someone who loved something before it was cool, but probably doesn't like it anymore. Someone who …
I just saw the move Suicide Squad. And this blog is not about that. But it made me think. There are so many psychological things going on in that movie. I think that's how I can tell good screen writing. It's a mess. There are so many levels in the simplicity of the story. I …
I had a friend who really got crushed before I met him. It seems I tend to meet people in the aftermath. Maybe because I'm constantly living in the aftermath. Anyway, he came to mind after he told me his story about losing his American dream that snuck up on him. He was ready for …
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That is a picture of me. In case you didn't notice, I am a pale, white human. My eyes are green, my hair is red (though it will someday be blonde again), and I freckle almost as much as I tan, which isn't much. That's the way I was born. I can't change it. Because …
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I don't often comment on things on Facebook, unless it's to say how much I love a photo. People can go on political rants that I don't agree with, and I let them have their opinions. Arguing online is the dumbest thing you can do, because it takes away tone of voice and people get …