Every criminal or terrorist or gunman is a product of a series of extenuating circumstances that caused them to end up that way. Sometimes people need to stop obligatorily mourning over what has just transpired and really think about why it happened and how we can prevent similar occurrences in the future. Let this be a reminder that the society and subcultures we live in have a hand in producing people with these kinds of vicious and abhorrent behaviors and impulses.
Living without fear of death is a luxury these days.
The most intelligent people I know are also great writers - masterful with words, brilliantly poetic, and able to toy with your emotions like a piece of string.
That ain’t me. I’m a math guy. Numbers, quantitative analysis, logic. Boring shit. That’s me. Always have been, always will be.
I used to blog a lot on Tumblr, writing about things that bugged me or opinions I held with the notion that others may have felt the same way or found my thoughts interesting, not that I thought it was of any literary merit.
But sometimes I wish writing were a viable creative outlet of mine. I wish it wasn’t so hard for me to put into words how I feel or what I’m imagining, just to give my left brain a break for once. You wouldn’t believe how many drafts of text posts I have left unfinished on this account just because I couldn’t quite figure out how to eloquently phrase my thoughts.
I suppose I’ll just have to keep pursuing a career in rap.