These are my not-so-personal personal feelings on a couple of topics that I've been arguing with myself about for a while, but the problem of fighting with yourself is that you always win. I hope you enjoy and get a little more understanding as to why I am the person that I am. And could you please send any comments or death threats to Me . Thank-you!

Okay, I'm going start off by saying that I have seriously thought about suicide. Why do I say that? Just so you know that at heart I am pretty weak : ) I only backed out because I promised someone a long time back that I wouldn't while I knew him... He knows who he is and if you read this, thank-you.
 
 

I think that this is a big issue in any teenage persons life. With parents being worried about their brood, they try and protect you from the evils of the world. You feel that by protecting you that they are managing to suffocate you, that you are becoming like every other man, woman, child and teenager out there. So what do you do? Rebel? Or change your outlook on life so it seems that you have an individualistic look on life? I'd just like to say something, in a world of 6 billion people, how individual is this?

It's not just on a personal scale that we are becoming the same. Slowly our world is becoming one thing: An American english-speaking Catholic Community. Not that there's anything wrong with those things, why I'm two of them. But one thing's for sure, I'm not going to become American. That's part of the reason this page was set up, to show that Australia is just as good, if not better, than America. I went over there in '96 and I was 14 at the time... I expected to see a country that was just about perfect in everyway, instead what did I see? Staying across the road from Disneyland saw a group of teenagers with nothing going for them and they just hung out in a putt-putt thing in leather and spikes. I saw a town that ignored the homeless people. The police would clear them away, people just turned their heads and looked the other way. No, they weren't there. One boy that was with our group (mighty ignorant, however, continue with the story) pointed out a man in Olvera street and said, 'Mum, why is he eating from the bin?' The people in our group just sighed and explained that there were people who had things and others who didn't. I think that day I realised just how lucky I really was. Now, will Australia adopt this idea with the homeless, that they must be hidden away from the public's view, or will they actually do something about it? Sadly, I think that it will be the first.

I've rambled off the topic, but that's something I always do. Teenagers need to see that whilst each person is 'special' that each person also has some of the same things int hem. And most of all that people actually have feelings. The next time you make plans with one of your friends, and they drag someone along who you don't like. Do not say to your friend 'why did you bring them along'. It's pretty cutting, I can tell you from personal experience. If you want to know who the lovely person was, I have no problem telling you : ) But that would be catty... That would be like every other person's reaction to hearing that.

The theory I present is this:
We'd all like to be different, but underneath the leather jackets and the silk and the St. Vinnie's clothes, each person has a heart. Each person has a pair of lungs, each person has a stomach, each person has a brain (although in some guys I know, this is hard to really believe). In other words. We are the same.
 
 

Okay, this one came about when our group had a big split within it at school. Seeing as there were about 30 people in our group, it was no big surprise.

The reason our group split up was because of a fight between two members. One for the sake of this story was named Lisa and the other Trina. Lisa was the group 'leader' although half of us really thought that she was a backstabbing, vicious little thing. Trina really despised the way she treated her friend's so they argued. When Lisa left the group Trina suddenly became more like Lisa. Whether she saw it or not is another matter entirely.

This is what I call 'the Hat theory', the adoption of a stereotypical image when assuming another's position. Does that make any sense? Um, another example, and I love this one, is to do with a group of gorillas. Yes, I am saying that humans and gorillas are similar.

A gorilla keeper at a zoo always wore a hat when entering the enclosure to feed his animals. The animals revered him as he was superior simply for the reason of having a hat. He did this for some time and then he decided to see what would happen if he left the hat in the enclosure. After this, when the keeper went into the enclosure, he was ignored. It was soon after this that the male gorillas were slowly dying off. It took them a while to realise that they were fighting for superiority, and that superiority was a hat.

The theory I get from this is still in its beginning stages, but: