here's what i'll copy+paste next time a single person asks me about my "soul opinions"
i really don’t have an actual “belief” in anything, but i do like the idea that comes from a branch of hindu that says souls are tiny little pieces that come together in a body and make one complete soul, and those soul pieces get re…cycled when a person (or any living thing) dies, and they are dispersed, and rearranged again and again into a new living thing. i find it much more efficient than clogging up a heaven with brand new souls all throughout eternity, and it gives way to the idea that we all have little bits of each other and each others’ past lives, even our pets and the trees around us- we are all one, basically. when it comes to how souls form, i think that as a living thing (such as a fetus) grows in cell size, its soul is added onto. a complete human soul, aka a complete human being, is something i think would form when we can first comprehend ourselves and the world around us- our first memories, basically. and since i forget many things, such as most of my childhood and even many things that happened last week, this brings me to the idea that pieces of my soul are constantly being recycled and added onto the more i live. i try to experience as much as possible in my life because i like to think it adds to my soul, literally my being. i don’t use my being here to prepare for an afterlife like christianity teaches, but i try to ‘be’ as much as possible. that’s basically a skimming of the surface of my mindset. i’m agnostic, i don’t think humans are supposed to know about a higher meaning because we haven’t, as a race, come to a universal enlightenment together- we believe what we need to survive. i have an agreement with a lot of existentialist and some hindu ideas, and i think people should try to be good people just for the sake of being good and not being afraid of going to a hell. what we have right here is all i truly know we have, so i try to focus on humanity itself and not a god. i’m just can’t stick with one single idea 110% because we all believe in so many different things; who can really be right? i also like to think maybe what people believe in is what happens to them. i don’t know. i float around a lot.
this is super super mixed in with signs i’m into someone just because i don’t act much differently, but if i have a general dislike for the person i’ll usually avoid them as much as possible as well as roll my eyes a lot when they speak.
i’ll probably just be a meanie. sorry. let’s eat pizza and forget the whole thing.
“If there is one word that makes creative people different from others, it is the word complexity. Instead of being an individual, they are a multitude. Like the color white that includes all colors, they tend to bring together the entire range of human possibilities within themselves. Creativity allows for paradox, light, shadow, inconsistency, even chaos –and creative people experience both extremes with equal intensity.”—Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi (via psychotherapy)
this is kinda intermixing with the 15 basic facts; it’s difficult to see where to draw the line.
i’m agnostic. i have a lot of different ideas, and things i ‘like’ about different religions, but i’ve never stuck 100% with any one idea. you can ask me about what i believe in more than other things, though, if you’re interested.
actually, i love the idea of yin and yang- or more basically the idea that everything has an equal contrast.
i try to avoid clocks when i can because i like the idea of cycles rather than a steady line of time.
i’m taller than everyone in my family except for my dad; he’d be pretty hard to beat.
art has and always will be apart of my life. i surround myself with it whenever i can.
i suck at music. i like it, i just can’t be apart of any conversation involving music because i’m so unintelligent about it.
i’m a very intense person. rummins says i have this emotional depth most people my age don’t even have the capacity to reach. cool? when i’m not crazy-depressed, it is!
i use burt’s bees and aveda for skincare. uh.
i have a collection of buttons and pins that i have no idea what to do with, because when i put them on things they fall off and get lost for eternity.
i have a thing for can-can dancers, the Moulin Rouge, garter belts, corsets, and other classy-whore-type shit.
i’m angry at christianity, just for what it does to people.
the matter of friendship confuses me. i used to know what a friend was, what a best friend was, what an acquaintance was, now i’m really unsure.
i’ve exhausted every resource i have in this town. that’s probably the cause of number 12.
i hug, give back massages, cuddle and do that creepy knee thing just to feel physical connection. it’s weird to just be your own entity in space most days.
my natural hair color tells its own story. “i used to be blonde, but then i was dyed an outrageous purple and had to fight for survival for months before being cleansed thoroughly. however, my scars remained as a strange red. and i was never the same. now i’m somewhere between beaten-up blonde and newly-brunette.”
i have hazel eyes. they used to be brown, but i think the green grows a bit every year.
i’m really skinny. middle school was a haven for anorexia jokes.
i’ve also been a vegetarian for eight years. that didn’t help the jokes, either. now it’s the next big trend. oh you silly people.
i try to be more outgoing, but i’m shy around the people who’ve known-but-don’t-know-me for the last twelve scholastic years of my life.
i love birds with this light intensity that can only be described as complete, pure affection.
i have an incredibly colorful wardrobe.
i used to paint my fingernails all the time. not so much anymore. they’re quite the hassle.
my favorite color is orange. it’s between the intensity and passion of red and the happiness of yellow. perfect!
i’m a procrastinator. i’m probably the definition of procrastination, actually.
i own a cockatiel named kiki. as well as some fish that probably hate me.
i don’t take very good care of my aquarium. does anyone want some fish? no, seriously, get at me.
i’m one of those people who think gasoline and sharpies smell great. sometimes cigarettes.
oh, i have a passion for the visual arts. how could i forget?
I am a Canadian and found myself pregnant in college after having just started dating someone new. I gave myself a week to weigh my options, and finally decided to have an abortion. I made my appointment, and would be going the following week.
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