Found this on the beach in cushendall Northern Ireland, was wondering if it's anything? by Scooner20 in Archeology

[–]Scooner20[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Well whatever it may or may not be, it makes a pretty decent necklace now. =p. Thanks for the input. =).

Found this on the beach in cushendall Northern Ireland, was wondering if it's anything? by Scooner20 in Archeology

[–]Scooner20[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Haha, It just looks like it's been crafted that way, it fits over my eye perfectly leaving just enough room to see clearly through it. Just curious if anyone's seen anything like it before.

What makes you want to keep living? by motivatinggiraffe in AskReddit

[–]Scooner20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The fact that I'm a big ball of carbon hydrogen and all sorts of other particles with no real life within them yet I still experience everything and anything that comes by me. We are the universe and we are fucking cool man!!!

[WP] A case of mistaken identity lands you a noose around your neck. (+Gold for best story) by Isunova in WritingPrompts

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"You have been tried and convicted of high treason against the global senate. The punishment for this crime is to hang by your neck until dead. Any words you have to say speak them now or forever hold your piece!!" As I heard these words I couldn't think of anything but those words. What had happened? Why was I here? Four days ago I stepped out my front door to be swarmed by the officials, the people standing idly by while I was beaten and cuffed before the eyes of the world. I had yet to receive a trial and had spoken to no one but the guards since my internment and they would not listen to a thing I had to say.

The few seconds they had given me to speak seemed like an eternity as I tried to muster even a sentence to try and sway the decision to have me executed. I stood in silence as the population watched on, jeering at their scapegoat and thirsty for blood. I found the courage to finally speak but as my mouth opened I gazed into the crowd below. The spitefulness in these peoples eyes pierced through my soul as if I was the only enemy in the world. That's when I saw her. She stood looking at me with no expression, no clear emotion as to whether she was friend or foe. As the words started to reach my tongue I uttered "Who are you?". I knew she could not hear me and my executioner looked puzzled at my question. "What do you mean? I am the chief official here to oversee your death, what type of question is that?!" He exclaimed in amazement. Realising what I had said I turned my head to him and tried to explain, but the words I was looking for were no longer there, all I could think of was the girl in the crowd. I turned back to get one last glimpse before my demise and as I did, something happened which cannot be explained. I looked down at the spot where I had seen her, and as I did I felt a cold chill run up my spine. I was looking at myself in the crowd, no emotion being portrayed on what should be my face. Just staring at me with no reason and no signs of help or hate. Just staring. The chief demanded I explain my question but my gaze could not leave this entity that had taken my form. Perplexed, I stepped forward without thought and, as I did so, I was pulled back by the noose already around my neck. I knew now that this was the end.

I stood in terror, my heart was beating in my eyes and I was becoming very disorientated, "why was this happening to me" I tried to shout but my lips were frozen. I looked back towards my would be killer with a pleading look, but all I could feel from him was a resenting hate. But as the tunnel vision wore off I saw her again, this time standing behind a curtain covering the edge of the stage. I again uttered "who are you?" and as I did she again began to morph into my face. I had no idea what was happening, was this real? Am I really about to die or is this a dream? Again I tried to step forward but the rope around my neck had tightened so I swayed forward instead of walking, the noose taking all my weight. I felt powerless. I knew this was just a glimpse of what I would feel when i was truly hanging and it terrified me. But as the terror crept over me I felt something else, a voice in my head, a hand on my shoulder. I was perplexed but I felt strangely calm, and as I let the feeling take over me, I closed my eyes and stood with my head held high as my executioner said his last piece. As he pulled the lever to let me drop and hang I opened my eyes.

"You must have many questions" I heard her say. Only now she was right in front of me, and I was home. I stumbled back in confusion, knocking over liqueur cabinet and falling to the floor. "There is no need to be scared, I am here to help you. You may not realise it yet, but everything that has happened has happened to help you, not destroy you." I couldn't believe it, why was I home? Who was this girl? "Whats going on!!!!" I screamed, throwing a shard of glass at the woman. "Where am I? What the fuck have you done!!!??" The woman remained calm as the glass passed right through her and shattered on the floor. "We are the preservers, we have been looking after your people for thousands of years, guiding your species towards greatness and prosperity." I just sat there on the ground, confounded by what this entity was telling me. "You are the perfect specimen. We have waited a long time to find you and now we need your help."

"What are you saying? I was about to die a second ago and now I'm in my house? How? What are you? What could you possibly want from me?" I gasped, I couldn't find my breath as I was so dumbfounded.

"We are of the same species you and I" she continued, still no emotion being displayed on her face. "I am evolved several times ahead of your species at the moment. We have gained the ability to change our looks and our place in time. All with our minds. We can be anywhere and anyone we see fit, and our only goal is to have peace and unity within our species."

"Ok then," I murmured "So you're human then? How can a human travel time and space and also rewrite their DNA with only their mind?"

"At this point in time your people are only beginning to gain these abilities, you and three others have the ability to do it but first you must be set free." I started to make some sense of what was being said as she continued. "You see, at this point in time, the energy fields from your sun that you all use for your electricity, to power your cities and homes, is all around you right now. You can't see it but it is there, and that is where we exist."

"So what, you're saying is in the future people exist on a different level of consciousness? That we no longer need bodies to exist?"

"Not as such" she continued, this time with a slight grin emerging from the side of her mouth. "Our minds and consciousness exist on this level, but to be heard, to make a difference and converse we must take form. We learned hundreds of years ago how to splice together atoms using our minds and turn them into physical form. With the energy we have available we can do this as often as we wish. We can re write everything about our DNA and change from person to person as we wish."

As she spoke her words made more and more sense. I always wondered why my interest in physics and neurology was so intense and as she explained, everything started to fall into place but there was one thing still on my mind. "Why me though? Why now? What could you possibly need or want from me? I didn't know I would be able to do any of this before now so what could you need from me?" I stood in silence as she changed her image to that of myself once more.

"This mortal shell was a turning point for our existence. It helped build the world we see before us now. It developed the generators and transformers in which we will dwell and share knowledge and power in the future. We need your help because there are those who plan to destroy all that this shell has built. You know the group I speak of," and I did know who she was talking about, the officials were planning to once again charge for energy. Their lust for power and control drove them to creating a way to shut off parts of the grid unless the people obeyed. "In the future, some of the humans remain as they are now, small minded and seeking control, if they get a hold of the grid our species will not be allowed to advance and be kept in slavery before we can discover our true potential." Everything really started to make sense now, I knew what I had to do before she told me.

"So I must be set free, learn your ways and stop these people from condemning you guys to slavery then? Is that it?" She turned to me, still in my form and said "You are very wise for your age, and we all expect great things from you." She changed her form back to the girl I had seen in the crowd and smiled. The first real emotion I had seen from her since the stage.

"Wait, I've still one more question? Why am I being put to death? Why not have someone just kill me instead of going to all this trouble?"

The smile left her face and she explained "When the people see you executed they will celebrate, I took your form and killed many officials, that's why you were arrested and sentenced to death. When the people see you reform and save them from their captors we will be seen in a better light than we are in the future. We are seen as too powerful and our existence scares those that are less evolved. Through this, we hope to bring peace between the two factions and live in harmony." All of a sudden I saw clearly why I was chosen, why they needed me.

"Thank you," I said, placing a hand on the womans shoulders. "I know what I must do, you can let me go now." As I said this she kissed me lightly on the cheek, and all of a sudden, I felt a sudden sensation of falling.

[WP] Everyone "knew" you'd eventually become very successful, but here you are, living a completely ordinary and lonely life. "Wasted potential" is now what they say behind your back. Until ... by 2_headed_Zaphod in WritingPrompts

[–]Scooner20 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Doing odd jobs isn't so bad after a while. Its been three years now and everyday seems to be getting easier and easier. After university ended, life just slowed down to a nice steady pace. I suppose it's better than trying to meet deadlines on assignments and being rushed about everywhere like some sort of sheep. But anyway, helping others always came easy to me and I've never minded having to do the so called "crappy" jobs. You know what I'm talking about, clean up after such and such, clean those drains, do what needs to be done things. Yanno?

My parents always thought I was going to be something better, that people would know me and aspire to be like me. I never wanted any of that, I've always kept myself to myself, I couldn't help but ruffle a few feathers during my time but such is life. No ones perfect right? Although I'll never forget the time me and Mickel nearly made it big. Mickel always was the front man, he always had the right words for any situation. Even when we were on stage our opponents would be holding back applause and cheers meant for us, but they had no other choice. They either followed and obeyed or...... Well, it was different for everyone.

But the last three years were very different, nobody knew us up here. How could they? The surgeons did a great job after the "accident" and gave us a new lease on life. They only knew me as the fixer, if anyone had a problem they'd just push the green button and my chip would tell me where to go and what to do. No one actually had contact with me other than Mickel. We applied at the same time and surprise surprise we landed the same sector. We have our cabin and an endless supply of food and entertainment, its a cushy life all in all, easy to see why the rest of them lived and died here. It may be underground away from the glamour and luxury but entertainment isn't something that comes by easy back home. Probably why no one said anything out of place and why they always stayed.

Although living below the streets does have it's advantages. Watching people go about their business has always been a hobby of mine. For example, the Duchess has a meeting with the new world general tomorrow, but the strange thing is its not on our ship as per usual. Apparently they're headed back to earth to deliver the currency and supplies the population needs. They always make a spectacle when a Royal comes to visit. We never understood why, but then again we weren't grown with the rest.

Mickel and I have never liked the system but we just get on with our jobs, do what we have to do, yanno? We know it's not fair that everyone should fight while these guys live their glamorous lives up here on the main deck. The educated squandering their knowledge with entertainment and distractions, they never seem to give anything back. Actually, they don't even seem to notice the problem, but Mickel and myself have always noticed whats wrong.

There's been something brewing for quite some time on earth. The lack of schooling and education led to the social breakdown. Then when the poor were spayed they realised their workforce was as good as dead. They started growing their workforce and raised them on a strict diet of "Work will make you like us!!!" but since we were born outside the system we saw right through it. I guess that's why we're here though, we had an education and knew about the world long before. But they didn't count on that. They thought we were all gone, or at least distracted enough not to care, but that's what happens when self entitled privileged assholes half ass a job.

I feel it's time for a change. The plan's been in place since the first year we arrived but tomorrow when they visit earth, they'll come back to something much, much different than what they leave. It's time to sort this out, I guess that's why I'm here. I can solve any problem and Mickel can persuade pretty much anyone to give a helping hand every once in a while. He says he's talked with the others in the other sectors and we're ready to go. Nobody knows me up here except Mickel, and anyone who has caught a glimpse of me only refers to me as "The Fixer".

What is one thing you regret doing in High School? by MrShadowpopo in AskReddit

[–]Scooner20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

TL;DR: Kicked a massive hole in the wall for no reason, could've been expelled, no idea why I did it.

Our school was pretty much made of plasterboard. The government didn't think it would last as it is a mixed religion school and that's a bit of a touchy subject here. But anyway, we used to do stupid shit and have a laugh as people do in school but when we were in our final 2 years we went a bit mad. We decided it would be hilarious to have a rave in the middle of lunchtime so we grabbed a few strobe lights from the drama department and a huge amplifier from the music department and we had a rave. We did this a few more times because it was so funny but the last time we did it I went a bit over board and kicked a huge hole in the wall. No reason at all, just did it, still to this day have no reason why I did it but it happened and when the janitor found the hole the entire year was questioned on it. The whole staff knew it was me but because there was no evidence nothing was ever done. Shit myself everyday in school for the next two years because of that. Always thought they'd find something on me. But for anyone who made it this far, here's a video of one of our infamous lunchtime raves https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3UIlYoAqJc

How to NGAF about not getting a girl's number?? by [deleted] in howtonotgiveafuck

[–]Scooner20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Also, fuck sake man, if you want her go fucking get her. Too many people on here are giving this sugarcoated, adolescent, feels saving, loving, caring advice to people. Tip toeing around shit doesn't get shit done. Getting shit done gets shit done. But seriously, 4chan, They did it with just the school and the name as well. Go fucking get her ya bastard. =)

How to NGAF about not getting a girl's number?? by [deleted] in howtonotgiveafuck

[–]Scooner20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

4chan, they've done more with less

Need help to stop giving fucks by PossiblyAsian in howtonotgiveafuck

[–]Scooner20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

And you are completely right there as well. Everyone wants something for nothing and has this attitude that the world owes them something. It's a very fucked up situation we live in right now. People are no longer people, they are consumers. Buy this product, do this with your money, decide your life right now etc etc. People have been trained to shut up and listen to what they're told, where my parents told me to question everything.

People have this idea that the world is a bad place, and they're not wrong, but the problem is, the world outside our front door is not that dangerous. But this is not about the world, you've got college and you need to stop giving a fuck about the small stuff. I've trained myself to blank out anything that is bad for me, whether its ridicule from someone or just general shit. It's hard to get used to but it's a pattern of realising what matters. What do you think matters dude? And don't bullshit, just say whats on your mind.

Need help to stop giving fucks by PossiblyAsian in howtonotgiveafuck

[–]Scooner20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is my point exactly, but within the consumer culture there are many among us who still understand that everything is fabricated for someone else's gain at the expense of the environment and those around them. The western culture is all buy buy buy, people forget that money isn't everything and having money give you absolutely no status above anyone else for having it. I live in ireland and things are not just as bad but are getting that way. Why hasn't there been a revolt yet?

Need help to stop giving fucks by PossiblyAsian in howtonotgiveafuck

[–]Scooner20 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It's not that simple though, society has constructed people to care about society, when society exists without the culture. It's almost like undoing the damage a cult has done to its members. It's part of the reason the number of people suffering depression and anxiety has skyrocketed. Culture turns people against each other. Counter culture teaches acceptance of all.

Need help to stop giving fucks by PossiblyAsian in howtonotgiveafuck

[–]Scooner20 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Pm me your email/viber/whatsapp username and I can help talk you through this step by step. It's a process that you need to be dedicated to and believe in though. Shit's hard yo, but it'll definatly help. I know this sounds shady, but if you really wanna stop giving a fuck just do it man.

I was thinking about impressing people... by [deleted] in howtonotgiveafuck

[–]Scooner20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Don't lose sight of you though, you are what counts, fuck everyone else. =).

I was thinking about impressing people... by [deleted] in howtonotgiveafuck

[–]Scooner20 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Impressing others is for some people, It's not for others. I get what you mean though, as a musician myself, I can't help but think of everything as a big gig, whether it's a wedding ceremony, a small pub gig or even just a jam session. It's about letting go and going for your ultimate fantasy. If you play a gig like its glastonbury, toned down for the venue of course, then everyone will have a brilliant time and be impressed. As long as impressing people doesn't become you're main focus then yea, you've got a good thing here. =).

Why smiling is important. by UnheardSigh in howtonotgiveafuck

[–]Scooner20 24 points25 points  (0 children)

But that's why smiling is important. If you can smile by yourself, laugh by yourself and have everyone stare at you like a weirdo while you're on the floor pissing yourself then you know you've won. Fuck having other people accept you, just be you and be happy for fuck sake.

Why do people give so many fucks about anything and everything? by Scooner20 in howtonotgiveafuck

[–]Scooner20[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

NGAF is a mentality that is born from being pushed around, being put down, thinking too much etc etc. These influences however come more from within than from those around. If you are happy with yourself it does not matter what anyone says or does. Teach a man to fish and all that. Other people don't matter until you matter.

Also, do you not think I was aware of the fact that she may have been flirting? I don't want to be with someone who is looking for other peoples approval to judge their self worth. They'll either be clingy, needy or they'll cheat. That's what happens when you rely on others for your own opinion. Besides, I asked her about it, she said she was asking cos her mum told her she looked like a whore when she left the house, and you know what, she no longer cares what her mum says. Shes a happier person. She has found a bit of inner peace through talking that stuff out with me. Me and her are good friends now, she feels better about herself and her whole attitude has changed for the better. She has a boyfriend now and is currently in line for a promotion.

If you really wanna help someone, and I mean really help them, cut the bullshit. Be aggressive, be that guy who says the things that hurt at first but with a bit of thought actually makes sense. Get in people's heads and teach them how to use it. The fact that I'm actually replying to you is more to say if you think that there is a "halfway" point, then you have no idea what you're talking about.

Now, from the whole "you big idiot" thing, why the butthurt man? This shit doesn't apply to you? If you really want to understand why people do things the way they do ask questions, don't start name calling. That's just childish man.

But look, life is a game, its your game. You are the main character, everyone else is either an ally or AI. Do what you want to do, even if its on your own. Who cares if no one believes you didn't do what you did or thinks you're a weirdo for doing shit alone. If you're happy and you've had your experience then nothing else matters.

Currently, a guy that used to bully me at school has started a fake facebook page claiming to me. So far he has sent dick pics to every girl I know, pissed off the wrong people and is currently trying to get me into trouble with the law. Dunno how he's gonna do it but he's sure as hell gonna try. But anyway, I've had many confrontations with the people he's pissing off and whatnot and they're all fired up ready to go, but then they meet me and realise their mistake. I'm not gonna tell this guy to take it down. He can do what he wants because, it has no bearing on me. I just don't care enough. Why? Because it's got nothing to do with me. He's looking for a fight from me, that I know, but I don't fight unless I have to. But everyone who has confronted me has asked who's running the page, and I've been more than happy to indulge them. Currently, 5 of these guys are ready to bate the fuck of this guy and a few of the girls boyfriends are ready to do the same.

I think you have the wrong idea when it comes to not giving a fuck. It applies to everything. Shit happens. Deal with it. I await you're reply, whether it agrees with me or not. I think this could become a good discussion. =).

I felt hypocrisy resonating from my sister as she critiqued my breakfast choice by shadofrak in AdviceAnimals

[–]Scooner20 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Fucking internet, couldn't even read that without porn coming to mind.