Personal Resolve Theory WIPAll humans are hardwired to do what it is that they do and why they do it based on certain experiences from their environments. Decisions, skills, drive, goal setting, priorities are all centrally based around a part of a person's personality that is delicately balanced and very hard to change as a person gets older. For all intended purposes, this part of a person's personality will be called Resolve.Resolve is calculated from birth and is affected by environment. This means that people, places, experiences, family, values, opinions, facts all play an integral role in determining where a person's resolve may stand. Consequently, resolve is what determines how a person will behave in certain environments and situations as they age.For all intended purposes, resolve will be defined as the following:The key part of a person's personality that accepts or refuses changes in future judgement by changing the process of thought associated with long-term memory and logic.Essentially
Personal Air Theory WIPPeople are designed and programmed by nature to determine if someone is desirable to associate with by looking at their personal attributes and general physiology; How they look and act when in a social situation. They way a person acts and behaves when in social situations is the result of the largest, most influential, part of the personality. For all intended purposes, this part of the personality will be called Personal Air.Personal Air is the proverbial cover of the book by which we are judged everyday by everyone. Personal air is determined by three key constituents: State of being, Mood, and Feeling. At any time, there is only one state of being, "State" for short, and numerous moods and feelings.To begin, the first key element of Personal Air is "Mood." For all intended purposes, mood will be defined as the following:The most visible and most easily changed of a person's social attributes, mood shows whether or not if a person is approachable, sociable, healthy and/ or ot
DreameaterI can do things many people didn't think they could do. Really, everyone has the capability to do what I can do. I don't have any mystical power, no supernatural ability, nothing out of the ordinary.But when the time comes, and something has to be done about another person, I can use this thing that I can do so well to help that person. I can say a few things that make them say all these other things.Before they know it, they've given me all that I need and I can use that to my advantage. I can use their own information against them or to their benefit. It can be a terrifying weapon to wield.All I do is use their information. I speculate the origin of that information and attach images to it. The images, in turn, are fed back to the source. The images, vague at first, begin to take shape in the person's mind. IN the mind, they are familiar and the brain begins to figure out in what way they are familiar.And when they go to bed, when they are fast asleep and dreaming, the images are
Social Climatology 02Mr. DeafAs you notice, this is not a confession of some girl somewhere that has another crush on you. No, it's me again. As much as you have done for me, I'm afraid that you did commit a crime to me all that time ago.I certainly hope you didn't think you got off scot free, after all, you saw things you weren't ever supposed to see. And I certainly don't care if it was by accident or if someone put you up to it. I can tell you aren't the type to pursue such endeavor like that on your own.Now, I don't think hurting you, like I do to anyone else who pulls off such a thing would be a great idea. You have too much attention to yourself and, quite frankly, I don't want too much attention drawn to myself either.Oh, don't think about acting like you don't know who I am. You knew who I was from the logo. But, no one else does. But please, don't go showing it off or anything or shouting my name to other students that I sent you this letter, it wouldn't do you any good to have a connection to
Super NovaIt's a strange feeling; all around me is a black emptiness; there is no light, there are no sounds. There is only a vague warmth, the kind that slowly rolls across the skin slowly but not delicately.My back is against something hard; a wall? My feet
In laying, not standing. I wonder where I am.I open my eyes to see thousands of little blue flecks. It's strange, it's as if they are suspended in the essence of silence; it's so loud.I don't want to move from where I am. Even though the silence here is so loud and the flecks can't ever escape it, even though there is something sharp against side, I don't want to move; the flecks wouldn't look the same again.When I close my eyes, they disappear, all the flecks are gone, but the silence is still there. My hands are asleep, my feet are asleep. Every part of me seems to be asleep except for my thoughts.I haven't moved in a long time; I wonder how long I have been here. I can hear my heartbeat; echoing through the white noise of sile
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