What is pain?
I know pain.
I experience and suffer through it every day.
But, do you?

Pain is when you cry,
Pain is when you’re sad,
Pain is when you cut, and bleed,
Pain is a form of mental pain that’s unescapable by any means

No matter how hard you try,
Or beg, or fight it,
You just simply can’t
It’s so overpowering that when it hits you, you’re paralyzed,
That’s all you can do,
Is just suffer through it

And if you struggle, it only gets worse,
And the pain just increases,
Until you can’t see, or hardly breathe, or even think

So, I still question whether or not people truly understand the meaning of pain,
Because I’m guessing they haven’t even experienced sadness,
For sadness is the originator of all sorrow and pain

I’ve noticed… that there’s different thinking styles… and each one does or doesn’t get along with another thinking styled. For example, there’s hypocrites. They tell someone not to do something, and then do it themselves. A good example would be someone who tells someone not to smoke, but yet smokes themselves. Personally, this drives me insane. But there are also religious thinking people. They dedicate themselves completly and totaly to their Lord. But then… there’s also people like me, and Paul, and my father. We… have our own ways of thinking and doing. We.. will never be understood by anyone other than the people who think we do, because we have no way to explain ourselves. Either you know us, REALLY know us, or you know nothing about us. So my question to you is: What kind of mental thinking style do you have, and how does it affect you, and others around you? And don’t just come on here and answer these questions. Most might. But if you do, I’ll delete your comment. You need to sit down and really think, and you might be suprised at how you really think, rather than how you or others might manipulate into thinking. Then, when you’ve done that, come on here, and reply. But until then, just think about it.

Leave your name as a blog comment and…

1. I’ll respond with something random about you.

2. I’ll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.

3. I’ll pick a sport that reminds me of you.

4. I’ll say something that only makes sense to you and me.

5. I’ll tell you my first memory of you.

6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.

7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wondered about you.

Of course, I wouldn’t be where I am without my best friends:
Colton Reeves for the nine years of friendship — Cheers mate!, Angelica, Joseph Warrender for always being on there when I needed you, Airy, for everything, Crystal for being there, Brittany Miller for kicking my ass when it needed it, Samie, for all the love, Michelle, for making my life worth living again, Cathy for everything that you’ve done, Mike, for all of the wonderful homosexual sex, and John for crying with me

Honorable Mententions are: Melissa, the most amazing aunt I’ve ever known, David for putting up with me, and leading UIA through all of the hard times, both in KoC and KD, Matthew, for being my co-leader and my spiritual guidance for UIA, Bruce for being my first friend on Cyanide-x, Kevin for being a kick-ass friend, Adrienne for being there, Tyler for everything, John…. for being my friend… even after the backstabbing, my brother, Cris, for taking all of the bull, Yvonne for being the mother I never had, Anita for letting me run away to your house, Pastors Scott, Bill and Mark for praying and bowling with me, Pastors Patty and Lowell Hustell, as well as Pastor Chestor Boyd, for the guidance, and prayer. Hans.. memories there… but most of all I would like to thank my father, Cristian Hunter Dodd, for giving me my life, my support, and the source of all of my inspiration!

That is my question: What happened? One day we’re 1 year old, playing in the sandbox, the next, we’re 14, and the next we’re 50. So.. I’m trying to slow down, and figure some things out… it’s just too bad that other people are to late… So what I’m saying is just sit down and think: Are you TRULY happy? I KNOW I’m not. Yes, I have the most beautiful girl in the world, who would do anything for me… but I’m not happy for myself. I’ve made far too many mistakes, and done FAR too many things… Like not supporting my girlfriend like I should’ve. So… I’m not asking her to forgive me… I’m asking myself what I’m going to do to change myself, not to necessarily better myself, but to change and not make the same mistakes again… because I know that if I do… I may never see her again.. and I couldn’t live without her… She gives me my purpose. She gives me a reason to get up in the morning…. Why do you think I get up? To see her. Why do you think I can’t go five seconds without thinking of her? Why do you think I go to school? To see her. Why do you think that I wish it was Monday on the weekends that I don’t see her?… Just to see her… And she doesn’t know how much she means to me… Yes, I’ve been an asshole to her, and yes, I don’t deserve her… but I just think everyone else should stop and think, before thier life is over before it starts… otherwise you’ll regret ever getting up in morning… trust me… I said this is one of my other blogs: Don’t waste 14 years of your life like I did… And seriously, don’t. Go, sit down, and seriously consider if you’re truly happy, otherwise you’re bound to make the same mistakes I did. … “Why do we learn history? Why, because, quite simply: If we are to forget history, than it shall be bound to repeat itself… and we don’t want another World War Two, now do we?”

Okay, people. I think it’s time you stopped saying this. People, or, anything in general, cannot “force” or “make” you do anything. Life is full of choices. You hear that alot. But you do not realize the true meaning of this until you find out that every little thing that you do, even reading this right now, is a choice. You have billions of choices to make in your lifetime. For example: You work at a bank. Someone walks in with a mask on, armed with the shotgun, and demands money from you, the only teller (hey, it’s 2nd shift!)

You have a couple of options. You can:
1) Duck under the counter and hope he doesn’t hop over it.
2) Pray to the LORD that there’s a security guard on duty.
3) Pull out your gaat and blast his sorry a**!

Now.. which one would choose?
So, now, when someone says that they were “forced” to do something, please go right ahead and tell them they are full of crap. And then, of course, you can watch and laugh as they stare at you thinking,”WTF?” Just thought I’d clear that up.

I’ve just gotta’ say… I love all of my friends and family. I really do. Hopefully they love me, too. People think I’m crazy because I would die for my friends and family; how bout’ you? Wouldn’t you die for your mother, your father? If they were dying with cancer, wouldn’t you want to take their place; let them live, let them grow and be 100. *Chuckles* NOW who’s crazy?… Just think about it for a minute. Think about how “short” life really is. In the blink of an eye, it can pass you by. I’m 14; where did the years go?… Like everyone else, I also wish I could go back; change all of the things I did wrong. But no one is perfect. So, I accept the facts: I’m not very popular, people will always make fun of me, I’m poor, but at the same time rich. I will probably die at the age of 70 from a heart attack. I will never be a a millionaire. Simple facts, right? They can change a lifetime. Think about that, as you read this. What could you be doing? You could be outside, enjoying yourself. Now, you may be outside. Heck, you could be in your front lawn right now on your labtop! Get up, and go do something. Don’t be like me. Don’t waste 14 years of your life. You could be the most famous person in the world. But if you haven’t done anything, no contributions to society, no donations, you are just like the penniless bums on corners. But, hey, what do I know?