[Left]We all wear different masks throughout our lives. We try out different characters of ourselves at a young age. If we wear a mask for a long enough time, it becomes less of a mask, and more like our true face. As we grow older, our character becomes more defined, there is a lot less acting and more of being ourselves. Sometimes we decide to change our character, so we try out a different mask for a time. If we decide we like how that character feels, we keep it, and once again, it becomes a...

When you die, you will leave behind a sort of shadow of yourself. The people you influenced in your life that remain alive will continue to be influenced by you. They may even pass on this influence to others. If you leave behind any of your thoughts in different places, anyone who comes across these thoughts will also end up being influenced by them, in different ways.

A negative example of this is the shadow that Hitler left behind. Even though he died many years ago, people still...

As long as you follow in someone's footsteps, then you have strings attached to you. If you become addicted to drugs or something else, then your dealer, or whatever type of supplier you have, is your puppetmaster. If you follow in the footsteps of whatever other people want you to be, or think you are, then you have strings.

It is only after you choose your own path that you cut free from these strings. I am still struggling with these problems in many different ways, but I am slowly...

For reasons I'm not going to disclose, I spent about 6 months in a "Christian Recovery Home" at a time in my life. I had no choice about it, and so being forced to live there already left me in a bitter mood. That mood quickly grew worse when I realized the setup of the house. Mandatory bible readings, mandatory church attendance, basically all kinds of different ways to shove Christianity down your throat. Now, I have nothing against Christianity in general, but I absolutely hate when...

Back in the days when Myspace was still widely used, everyone knew who Tom was. He was the owner of Myspace. During those times when I was a teenager, I almost got into hacking, but I didn't really understand any of that stuff. I did, however, meet some people who knew a lot more than me. One friend, who we'll call PsuedoTom, noticed how simple the design of Tom's Myspace profile was. Surely it could be copied with ease.

So he looked at the real Tom's profile, and copied all the...