Fuck. Probably one of my favorite words.

I love the word Fuck. It just works with me. You wouldn't look at me and instantly think I don't cuss. Just doesn't work that way. So I'm the infamous "booby" man that is spoken of in Jaden Amythst Stone's Blog. I was inspired by her to make a blog and just type about me. My life. My thoughts. My everything. If someone doesn't understand my reasoning behind something, they could probably refer back to this and start to understand it. Now I'm not entirely sure on how I'm going to structure this blog. I'll just kind of type and hope for the best.Alas, I bring you to my mind. I have several different ways of thinking. One of which is my passive way. I've never really had to structure out my thought process. But If I did, It would look like this -

See/hear > Gather information of person #1's life > Gather information of person #2's life > Think about why they may be thinking and saying what they are thinking and saying > View all possible outcomes for the different things Person 1 or Person 2 may say > Let event happen OR Interfere with the event.

It is really damn simple and I would be surprised if even you didn't use this same method.
Now lets talk about Emotions. What a beautiful topic. Emotions are beautiful. I've recently been exploring this thing that they call empathy and caring. It is really something else to see it in someones eyes, that they love you or care for you. So I have tried messing around with it. Beautiful Concept. I wish everyone saw it the way I did. If I could die from feels, I would be dead.

People say I don't have emotions. I, most of the time, I even say don't have emotions. But that is mainly because I really don't. Not the extreme ones people seem to think everyone has. I don't feel too bad about death. Someone else death to me, means virtually nothing. I wish I could have been born with a natural ability to care. Sadly I had to develop mine. It wasn't that bad really. My emotions are like a light switch I put all these complicated emotions in a little bag, and the only way it affects me is if I can see it.

Now there are these different women in my life. There is a good chunk. I'll be sure to talk more about them next blog.