Got back in touch with somebody I haven’t been in contact with since around September last year, and it was honestly such a reassuring feeling. We called for an hour and it felt like nothing had changed at all. In a way, I suppose it hadn’t. I’ve always been a heavy advocate for, ‘if you want to speak to me then you know where I am’, but this time I decided to take a chance and actually drop them a message. People being scatterbrained and forgetful is often the reason for no contact, so sometimes it’s worth taking the step to fix that.
Don't get me wrong, there will be times that if you try to speak to somebody, they won't respond. They'll leave you on seen and you'll remain in a state of confusion when you think of them. That's the part that hurts, but sometimes you can reach out into the void, and by some improbable means you'll find that the void will reach back. It's those scenarios that are worth the effort.
It's been reaching out to me a lot lately and grasping me tight, and I can truly say I'm thankful. I'm appreciative of those around me, and if they're reading this then they'll know who they are. Reach out to somebody today. Catch up with that person you offered to meet for coffee all those months ago, call someone back, tell them you miss them.
Have a great day, everybody.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
27/02/2018
Tuesday 27 February 2018
Tuesday 20 February 2018
An Irrevocable Bond
I am fast approaching my two year anniversary with my partner and it's such a weird feeling. Knowing we've been together that long but it not feeling anywhere near that length of time at all. It's really nice. Seeing them is constantly refreshing, which is definitely something I need when life feels a little repetitive.
I never used to believe in soul mates or anything like that, but there's a part of me that believes I've found mine. It'll save me time searching in the long run anyways. It means I get to experience life with them, which to me now seems like the only way to experience it. I wonder if we'd met six months prior like we were 'supposed' to our relationship would be any different. I have no answer to that, but I'm very glad that it worked out the way it did.
Our bond was built high in those six months, and finally meeting in person was... a one of a kind experience. I've never felt that kind of connection with anybody before, and I doubt I ever will again. I won't need to, and knowing that is an incredible feeling.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
20/02/2018
I never used to believe in soul mates or anything like that, but there's a part of me that believes I've found mine. It'll save me time searching in the long run anyways. It means I get to experience life with them, which to me now seems like the only way to experience it. I wonder if we'd met six months prior like we were 'supposed' to our relationship would be any different. I have no answer to that, but I'm very glad that it worked out the way it did.
Our bond was built high in those six months, and finally meeting in person was... a one of a kind experience. I've never felt that kind of connection with anybody before, and I doubt I ever will again. I won't need to, and knowing that is an incredible feeling.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
20/02/2018
Friday 16 February 2018
Politics: Gun Control
If you've been a reader of this blog from the start then you'll know that I try to stay away from politics. For some reason, a lot of people find it tiresome rather than fascinating so I keep my opinions on feminism and the gender wage gap to myself. By no means does that suggest I'm scared of stating said opinions because I'm not. Sometimes it's just easier to avoid the arguments.
One thing I cannot ignore is the ongoing issue and debate on gun control. I've had three different conversations, ranging in severity, within the last two days on the subject. All three of the conversations were with somebody that's pro-gun. three out of three were left unresolved because there was no middle ground.
You see, when somebody is pro-gun, they will always fall back on one of three arguments;
In terms of knife crime, of course, it does happen, but it's illegal to carry a serrated blade on your person, and the buying and selling of kitchenware are regulated. Therefore the numbers for knife crime are substantially lower, and that alone shows that weapon control works. A school shooting, the Dunblane Massacre, in the UK in 1996 resulted in guns being banned, and we haven't had another since.
When people tell me that they own guns, and "my guns would never be used to harm another person," (believe me it's always the first response every single time), it baffles me how they can miss the point by so many miles. It is impossible for you to know whether or not your gun will ever harm anybody in the present or the future. There is always room for human error. Of course, pulling your gun on somebody might not be the first thing on your mind, but it could be the first thing somebody else thinks to do. You might not be a threat, but any number of other people could be, and oftentimes are. That's exactly why gun-control is necessary.
There've been eighteen school shootings in the US this year. That's eighteen separate occasions within 46 days that a gun was taken into and fired on educational grounds. Not all of these instances resulted in death or injury, but that certainly doesn't declassify it as a shooting. If those numbers don't tell you something is blatantly wrong, then I have no hope for you and you should head elsewhere.
I apologise if today's post is boring to my usual readers but as I said, I felt that it was important to address. If you want more talk on politics in the future then let me know.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
16/02/2018
One thing I cannot ignore is the ongoing issue and debate on gun control. I've had three different conversations, ranging in severity, within the last two days on the subject. All three of the conversations were with somebody that's pro-gun. three out of three were left unresolved because there was no middle ground.
You see, when somebody is pro-gun, they will always fall back on one of three arguments;
- I own a gun. It has never and will never pose a threat to another human life.
- Well if there were no guns, I'd just be stabbed. So what's the point?
- If somebody pulls their gun, I need to defend myself.
In terms of knife crime, of course, it does happen, but it's illegal to carry a serrated blade on your person, and the buying and selling of kitchenware are regulated. Therefore the numbers for knife crime are substantially lower, and that alone shows that weapon control works. A school shooting, the Dunblane Massacre, in the UK in 1996 resulted in guns being banned, and we haven't had another since.
When people tell me that they own guns, and "my guns would never be used to harm another person," (believe me it's always the first response every single time), it baffles me how they can miss the point by so many miles. It is impossible for you to know whether or not your gun will ever harm anybody in the present or the future. There is always room for human error. Of course, pulling your gun on somebody might not be the first thing on your mind, but it could be the first thing somebody else thinks to do. You might not be a threat, but any number of other people could be, and oftentimes are. That's exactly why gun-control is necessary.
There've been eighteen school shootings in the US this year. That's eighteen separate occasions within 46 days that a gun was taken into and fired on educational grounds. Not all of these instances resulted in death or injury, but that certainly doesn't declassify it as a shooting. If those numbers don't tell you something is blatantly wrong, then I have no hope for you and you should head elsewhere.
I apologise if today's post is boring to my usual readers but as I said, I felt that it was important to address. If you want more talk on politics in the future then let me know.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
16/02/2018
Tuesday 13 February 2018
Sleep Well, Friend
You’ll never get the chance to read this. If there was still a chance of that, I wouldn’t be writing it. I hope you’re sleeping well now and that your heart isn’t hurting anymore. I’m so sorry nobody was there to listen. I wish somebody had. Not just listened, but really heard you. You’re okay now, I know that much. It was way too early for you to go, and I can’t begin to imagine the heartache you must’ve been feeling. Just know that you were brave. You were so, so brave.
Goodnight, Sam.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
13/02/2018
Goodnight, Sam.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
13/02/2018
Meta Media
Social media is such an interesting subject. Numerous sites all over the world wide web that allow you to be yourself, but perhaps a more exaggerated version. A person that would probably struggle to survive in the real world. Twitter is a perfect example. Nobody is real on Twitter, not really. It's just memes, one-liners and a place for shit-posters to join together as a community to see who can garner the most chuckles from their followers.
Instagram is the same thing - it's fake. A place to post photos that represent this impossibly perfect version of yourself. Makeup, face-tuner, high angles, and filters combine in order to help everyone have the most aesthetic account possible. All my cosplay photos are filtered to shit and I refuse to post if I don't have any good angles so I can confirm that this is all true, too.
What next? YouTube perhaps? Mm, you're right. Maybe not in recent months, but it used to be a place to post the most real moments that could be captured. Not anymore, now it's rich vloggers creating everyday 'content', (not likely), in an attempt to get the most views and the most money. The sad thing is that it works, too, people eat it up and it so takes away from the site and the creators holding it together.
I don't know what the point of this post is, I'm just rambling at this point. Just remember the next time somebody tells you how real they are, they're probably lying. There's no need to be real on the internet. Everything is a fabrication; some giant exaggeration of real life because it's just safer to be that way. God forbid anybody shares their real opinions.
Wouldn't this be a hilarious place to plug my Twitter right now? I'm not going to, don't worry, but it would've been painfully ironic.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
13/02/2018
Instagram is the same thing - it's fake. A place to post photos that represent this impossibly perfect version of yourself. Makeup, face-tuner, high angles, and filters combine in order to help everyone have the most aesthetic account possible. All my cosplay photos are filtered to shit and I refuse to post if I don't have any good angles so I can confirm that this is all true, too.
What next? YouTube perhaps? Mm, you're right. Maybe not in recent months, but it used to be a place to post the most real moments that could be captured. Not anymore, now it's rich vloggers creating everyday 'content', (not likely), in an attempt to get the most views and the most money. The sad thing is that it works, too, people eat it up and it so takes away from the site and the creators holding it together.
I don't know what the point of this post is, I'm just rambling at this point. Just remember the next time somebody tells you how real they are, they're probably lying. There's no need to be real on the internet. Everything is a fabrication; some giant exaggeration of real life because it's just safer to be that way. God forbid anybody shares their real opinions.
Wouldn't this be a hilarious place to plug my Twitter right now? I'm not going to, don't worry, but it would've been painfully ironic.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
13/02/2018
Sunday 11 February 2018
The Paleman
The sunlight rose over the horizon, carefully stretching the shadows of the room as the ageing man pondered. Teddy’s lined eyes glanced over at the young Paleman who lay limp on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His eyes were open but unseeing, unobstructed but dull and sunken. Comatose.
The quiet of the room made Teddy uncomfortable. Knowing the people of the town were out tracking these things down and hearing the violence taking place outside was too much of a contrast. He adjusted his stance, rubbing his stiff back with one hand while using the other to lean against the wall and keep himself upright, and finally took the time to inspect the younger.
His lips were a dark colour, reminding Teddy of the plums that once grew in his mother’s window box, and the dark circles around his eyes were that of the same. His skin was pale of course, a sickly blue when the light hit him right, while his limbs were spindly. Carrying him hadn’t been much of an issue so he couldn’t weigh much of anything, otherwise Teddy would be downing sedatives to soothe his back pain.
The boys clothes were neat enough, though dirty now the night was over. A cream dress shirt and brown trousers with a matching waistcoat adorned his rag doll-like form, but no shoes. Had somebody stolen them? Teddy scoffed. He wouldn’t put that kind of behaviour past the residents of the area but... if somebody had taken the time and the opportunity to steal his shoes, why hadn’t they just killed him?
The greying man had many questions that might never be answered. How had this come to pass? Why him? How was he supposed to explain harbouring a Paleman in his home?
“Damn,” he muttered, pushing himself away from his spot and into a wooden chair across from his bed. The wood creaked quietly under his weight just as the Paleman’s foot jerked. Had Teddy elicited that response? Slowly tilting in his seat, he watched the boy’s fingers twitch as the wood groaned. “So you can hear me,” he whispered, resting his elbows on his knees, “can you hear me?”
Teddy could feel the tension in his bones as he swallowed, but no response came that time. The old man was almost glad of that. “What am I supposed to do with you? What happens if you don’t come ‘round?” Rubbing his weary eyes, Teddy sighed a deep defeated sigh and allowed them to close. The night had beaten him and fatigue was corrupting his hectic mind.
Gentle snores filled the otherwise quiet room as the Paleman’s eyes, that had been sightlessly glazed not moments prior, finally blinked.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
11/02/2018
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
11/02/2018
Tuesday 6 February 2018
HelpDonovanYungCripp
Tonight's post is a little different to what I usually write and I'd really appreciate it if you'd read to the end considering the circumstances are that of great importance.
Colin Chapman, (@UnleashDaWolves on Twitter), has set up a GoFundMe page for his friend Donovan, a small commentary YouTuber by the name of YungCrippTV (@RealYungCripp on Twitter), in order to raise money to pay for medical bills.
Donovan is living with Spinal Atrophy Type 2 and has been wheelchair bound since the age of five. He has a very weak respiratory system and spent the Christmas season in hospital coughing up blood. Apparently his insurance company doesn't warrant this a good enough reason to keep him in hospital. As well as that, Donovan's mobility van with wheelchair assist is broken and and has been unusable for the best part of a year. This obviously means he hasn't been able to leave the house much, and is impacting not only his physical but his mental health too.
The state of government in recent months has impacted his life to the point where he is barely able to support himself on his social security cheque. So not only is his condition a daily battle, but his monetary situation isn't helping either. By no means is Donovan looking for pity, the GoFundMe wasn't set up by him. We as a small community would appreciate any and all help that we can gather for him because he's honestly one of the kindest, well-humoured and humble people I've come across.
Somebody that saw the GoFundMe decided to message him and build his hopes with a job prospect as some kind of gaming commentator to provide a steady income and pay for a new van, etc, which unfortunately turned out to be a scam. There are some extremely shitty people in the world, so I think it's important at this point to prove that not everybody is like that. I'm going to leave links at the end here for anybody that wants to donate anything to the GoFundMe, as well as links to the Twitter/YouTube support pages. Peter Day put together a video explaining the whole situation, so that will be with the other links, too.
Also, go send some nice messages to Donovan because he really deserves it and loves interacting with people. Memes and nudes are also acceptable.
YungCrippTV's YouTube
Colin's GoFundMe for Donovan
I Look At YungCripp - Peter Day's Video
HelpDonovan YouTube Channel
HelpDonovan Twitter Page
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
06/02/2018
Colin Chapman, (@UnleashDaWolves on Twitter), has set up a GoFundMe page for his friend Donovan, a small commentary YouTuber by the name of YungCrippTV (@RealYungCripp on Twitter), in order to raise money to pay for medical bills.
Donovan is living with Spinal Atrophy Type 2 and has been wheelchair bound since the age of five. He has a very weak respiratory system and spent the Christmas season in hospital coughing up blood. Apparently his insurance company doesn't warrant this a good enough reason to keep him in hospital. As well as that, Donovan's mobility van with wheelchair assist is broken and and has been unusable for the best part of a year. This obviously means he hasn't been able to leave the house much, and is impacting not only his physical but his mental health too.
The state of government in recent months has impacted his life to the point where he is barely able to support himself on his social security cheque. So not only is his condition a daily battle, but his monetary situation isn't helping either. By no means is Donovan looking for pity, the GoFundMe wasn't set up by him. We as a small community would appreciate any and all help that we can gather for him because he's honestly one of the kindest, well-humoured and humble people I've come across.
Somebody that saw the GoFundMe decided to message him and build his hopes with a job prospect as some kind of gaming commentator to provide a steady income and pay for a new van, etc, which unfortunately turned out to be a scam. There are some extremely shitty people in the world, so I think it's important at this point to prove that not everybody is like that. I'm going to leave links at the end here for anybody that wants to donate anything to the GoFundMe, as well as links to the Twitter/YouTube support pages. Peter Day put together a video explaining the whole situation, so that will be with the other links, too.
Also, go send some nice messages to Donovan because he really deserves it and loves interacting with people. Memes and nudes are also acceptable.
YungCrippTV's YouTube
Colin's GoFundMe for Donovan
I Look At YungCripp - Peter Day's Video
HelpDonovan YouTube Channel
HelpDonovan Twitter Page
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
06/02/2018
Saturday 3 February 2018
Late Again
I didn’t post yesterday because I forgot, and basically just played Bloodborne all day. Level 63 now m9 so I guess I got gud. Gg lol 420 meme squad Ugandan knuckles tooka my spaghet!
.... I apologise for that. I don’t know what came over me.
Anyway, I always see gaming as, not a waste of time but... I don’t know. Maybe I could be putting my time to better use, like writing, or finding a trajectory I want my life to go in? Then somebody will come along and just say, “gamers game, maaayn!” They do, yes. Gamers do that. I guess I am one of those and that is what I do. But at what point does it become a waste of my time? I’m enjoying myself but am I wasting my life?
I’ve no idea. I don’t come here for answers, I come here to pose questions and hopefully have them answered. There will be a point that I will eventually pass where I know my life will gain some purpose, and I’m looking forward to that time. But until then I guess I’ll just continue doing what I’m doing.
I appreciate all the support via messages on my social media, so thank you for that continued belief in me and my ability.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
03/02/2018
.... I apologise for that. I don’t know what came over me.
Anyway, I always see gaming as, not a waste of time but... I don’t know. Maybe I could be putting my time to better use, like writing, or finding a trajectory I want my life to go in? Then somebody will come along and just say, “gamers game, maaayn!” They do, yes. Gamers do that. I guess I am one of those and that is what I do. But at what point does it become a waste of my time? I’m enjoying myself but am I wasting my life?
I’ve no idea. I don’t come here for answers, I come here to pose questions and hopefully have them answered. There will be a point that I will eventually pass where I know my life will gain some purpose, and I’m looking forward to that time. But until then I guess I’ll just continue doing what I’m doing.
I appreciate all the support via messages on my social media, so thank you for that continued belief in me and my ability.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
03/02/2018
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