I'm not okay.

"I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I've very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it? Social to me means talking to you about things like this." She rattled some chestnuts that had fallen off the tree in the front yard. "Or talking about how strange the world is. Being with people is nice. But I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you? [...]

 I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays?"

— Ray Bradbury, Farenheit 451.

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Dein Lautstärke quantifiziert nicht dein Selbstwertgefühl.




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A cat was talking to the other cat one day.
It began as a casual discussion about being.

A cat said,
"Must there be a day that we celebrate nothing, but life?"
The other cat replied,
"Lest there are no further opportunities, we should."

A cat skipped across the cracks on the path.
This action was not imitated by the other cat.

A cat said,
"How does we bend and not break?"
The other cat responded humbly,
"We just don't miss and fall prey."

A cat was interrupted by another animal.
Reacting was a challenge.

A cat said,
"Should I have done something?"
The other cat answered,
"You could, but you didn't."

A cat walked on and stopped for a bit.
Taking in a deep breathe of fresh air was perfect.

A cat said,
"If we could walk forever, would we?"
The other cat retaliated,
"We would if we could and we could if we would."

A cat saw a loaf of spoiled bread.
Temptation aplenty to pounce on it.

A cat said,
"Does this mean I'm in control of my thoughts and actions?"
The other cat laughed it off,
"We lose control sometimes, but we are always in control."

A cat continued to blabber nervously.
Intense pressure appeared as self-induced.

A cat said,
"Why haven't you left yet? Why are you still trying?"
The other cat smiled and didn't say a word.
The silence was the best response.

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Written by Jon J. Muth.

"Two travelling monks reached a town where there was a young woman waiting to step out of her sedan chair. The rains had made deep puddles and she couldn't step across without spoiling her silken robes. She stood there, looking very cross and impatient. She was scolding her attendants. They had nowhere to place the packages they held for her, so they couldn't help her across the puddle.

The younger monk noticed the woman, said nothing, and walked by. The older monk quickly picked her up and put her on his back, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other side. She didn't thank the older man, she just shoved him out of the way and departed.

As they continued on their way, the young monk was brooding and preoccupied. After several hours, unable to hold his silence, he spoke out. "That woman back there was very selfish and rude, but you picked her up on your back and carried her! Then she didn't even thank you!"

"I set the woman down hours ago," the older monk replied. "Why are you still carrying her?"

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Du bedeutest mir nichts.




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M.

And I'm not afraid

Of the future what it's holdin'.

We had a vision though,

Now we dead roses.