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Who Are You?
"most of us are heavily influenced by our social environment"
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"most of us are heavily influenced by our social environment"
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Disclaimer: I have no idea where this is going to go. It's been quiet here. Even Grammarly has slid into my DMs, pointing out how little I've written. I've got a dozen concepts, intros, outlines, and ideas collecting digital dust, but I haven'
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I’m not against animal conversation, but I do agree that some animals are more worthy of our money, resources, and time. You could argue that the Panda is no different from other species and that our world has evolved quicker than it has. In reality, it ceased to evolve
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This thought was originally posted on December 17, 2021. Today, I found myself trying to challenge the sentiment. I thought maybe this was the kind of thing that stoics get knocked for. Suck it up and suffer in silence. No. That's not it. I used to say "
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Don't be like Carol, her parents, Donna, Luis, or Eric. Don't wait to live your life.
music
Last year, I stumbled across an artist named Teezo Touchdown. Immediately, I had to check my assumptions and suppress my reaction to how he presented himself.
philosophy
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I used to do a yearly "Code The Block" post. It was a playlist of songs that reflected specific moments from my year. This year, I wanted to focus on music that breaks the mold. Music that reflects the evolution and perspectives that often contribute to the hip-hop
fiction
Things have slowed lately, so I ran to Minton's quickly. I've got habits to support. I mean, bills to pay.
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I typically see a couple of other folks braving the wee hours of the morning. You know, paying the man. But not that morning. I was the only idiot on the block.
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I've never made resolutions, but my family and I started sharing our "intentions" for the following year a few years ago. More often than not, I've fallen short on those too. Last year, I passively stated my intentions while celebrating a trivial accomplishment. I
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With a sudden breath, as though he had just blinked into existence, Juan sat, uncertain, in the corner. His body still and ears perked, his eyes darted around the room. What in the hell was he doing there? In fact, where is “there” in the first place? The room was