My View On the Human Mind...

I find my insanity levels dipping, so my post will likely have less prfanity and completely wierd shit in them, I will try to keep up on the randomness factor though.

Recently I've been thinking about the human mind. I play a lot of video games and recently got my hands of Persona 4. For those of you who don't know what that is, It's a Japanise-style RPG from the Shin Megami Tensei franchise, the newest of the Persona series. Basically, the Persona series is teenage students fighting monsters in their spare time. There's more to it than that, but I don't have time to go into it here. It got me thinking about Freud and his Super-ego/Ego/Id theory. In short the Super-ego is the rules that we internalize, i.e. it's wrong to kill, etc. The Id is our basic instincts, kept in check and keeping in check the Super-ego. The Ego is the concious mind, is deals with the input from the envrionment and the output of the Super-ego and Id. I believe that the Ego has a sub-component, the Persona(hence my rablings about Persona 4). The Persona is the 'face' we show others, i.e. tough-guy, confident, self-secure, etc. We use a Persona as a kind of filter, to keep some things in and let other things out. Ultimately this leads to what I'm calling a Shadow(another term from the games). This Shadow is the stuff about ourselves that we filter out with our Persona. Think of it this way, our Personas are the masks we wear to hide our true faces, our Shadows. I think that everyone everywhere has not only a Persona, but a Shadow to match it. I figure these masks form as we develop, and so, in turn, do our Shadows. This explains why young children don't often filter what they say, they just say it. Their Personas have yet to form. This got me thinking as to why a Persona forms. It should be pretty obvious, but I think a Persona forms as a kind of shield initially. At first we use Personas to protect ourselves from being hurt emotionally. The Shadow forms as a kind of counterbalance, the other side of the scales. For some people, there is little to hide and there for their Personas, and there for their Shadows, are relatively simple. For others, people who have much to hide, many things they wish to keep secret, heir Personas become much larger and more complex, and so do theri Shadows. I feel that this may actually be a problem. How can we 'be ourselves' if we are forever wearing masks? This I see paralelled in how people use the internet. We make false selves through which to interact with one another, to compensate for the fact that our masks do not tranlate digitally. I don't think people do this conciously, but as an act of comfort, a way to feel safe. I'm not condemning them for doing, I myself do it as well, infact I think I'm someone with a fairly complex Persona, because of my own self-doubt. I feel that as long as each of us finds a place, or person, or what ever where we are not alone and can take off these masks, these Persona, and, basically give our Shadows a chance to breathe, it would do us good. I guess what I'm saying is be true to yourself, but be true to all of yourself, not just the parts you like. Even flaws need a little love.

Feel free to add your own twists to this. Everyone's view is different.

Update: The public toilet in Honduras has just reached maximum capacity. Everyone who dies from now on will now be located in a port-a-potty somewhere in Antarctica, until that too fills up. Dress accordingly.

My friend recently informed me that he recived a twenty-seven year warning. I asked him this, "Was a twenty seven year warning, or a twenty-seven year warning for your two-minute warning?" He thinks it was the latter.

Fun-fact: Everyone on earth gets a two-minute warning. And no I'm not talking about sports. Two minutes before you die, you get a two-minute warning. Basically it goes something like this, you're sitting home, or where ever, and suddenly a voice yells at you and says, "You've got two minutes, get your shit together!" At this point, if you have the opportunity, I say, have fun with it. If your in a public area, just stand up, and give a little speech, just a little two minute speech. Blaspheme like you never blaphemed before, denounce your chosen faith, insult you friends and family, reveal long held secrets, what's it matter? It's not like anyone can kill you for it! And then, at the last second, after you've finished your tirade, scream, "And if this is not the truth, may God strike me DEAD!" And if you really want to sell it, train your body to do something interesting right after you. I myself have trained my body to spin on the spot while raising both middle fingers. Isn't fucking with people fun?

If I had my choice on how I was going to die, I'd like to burts into flames in the middle of an envrionmentalist rally.

The Man Who Rules the Universe (Part Time) welcomes novelist in training to his blog. Feel free to ask questions, make comments, and generally say whatever you jolly well please. You are also welcome to visit my less blasphemous blog, Of Fate and Fortune, at the url, offateandfortune.blogspot.com. It would be nice to have feedback from a fellow writer. Wait, did I just say nice?! Oh God, the world's going to end!

P.S. Unlike most authority figures I demand no loyalty what so ever. Have a...not completely unpleasant day. Can't be too careful.

Even more fun things to call your friends: K-Y-captain, douche-cock, sperm-gluper, hemeroid-hitman, Hershy-highway partolman, semen-spiter, anal-astronaut, deadliest-snatch, doughnut-puncher, bum-chum, grammy-nominated-pussy, poop-shoot-popeye, gerble-jouster, turd-tickler, anus-angler, thunder-cunt, fat-ass didlo-spinning jello-jerking ass-yodeling pussy-biting magna-fuck, Clay Akin, and Andy Dick.

Environmentalists are idiots. They actually believe that humans are a legitimate threat to the planet. Are you shitting me? We are, at best, a slight rash. When the planet starts coughing up blood, then I'll listen to environmentalists

Tulsa Spelled backwards = a sluT.

Think about it.

According to most religions there is a Heaven and Hell. What isn't generally known is that, due to overcrowding, no more people are being admitted into either. Every person who's died since 1982 is currently inhabiting a small public toilet somewhere in southern Honduras. I will get back to you when I find out exactly which one.