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TOP 3 THINGS PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME:
1. i;m funny
2. im super brave
3. good hair
TOP 3 THINGS PEOPLE SHOULD IGNORE ABOUT ME:
1. when my jokes dont land
2. when I get scared -_-;;
3. when my hair is having a bad day
3 WORDS I WOULD USE TO DESCRIBE MYSELF:
1. funny
2. brave
3. good hair
3 WORDS I WOULD USE TO NOT DESCRIBE MYSELF:
1. unfunny
2. cowardly
3. bad hair
MY FAVORITE FOOD:
prolly steak
MY FAVORITE DRINK:
coolaid
MY FAVORITE COLOR:
haven't thought of one yet
MY FAVORITE WEATHER:
every weather is bad weather and we were born to bask in rain, snow, and sunshine
MY FAVORITE FOOD:
steak
MY FAVORITE POSSESSION:
what kind of stupid question is that????
MY FAVORITE POSSESSION:
I don't know
MY FAVORITE POSSESSION:
MY FAVORITE POSSESSION:
do you really want me to answer that?
MY FAVORITE POSSESSION:
prolly my shark plushie hehe
THINGS I LOVE:
1. food
2. warmth
3. friends
THINGS I DETEST:
1. people who can't use their brains
2. binder clips
3. getting soaking wet
SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME LAUGH:
memes
SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME SAD:
seeing some people happy
SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME SCARED:
hearing low noises at night and dead bodies
SOMETHING
Ok sorry
SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME ANGRY:
people who are quick to blame
SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME CONTENT:
when my bed is still warm
A FUN FACT ABOUT ME:
I once had a broken bone for a week and I didn't notice
IF I HAD ONE WISH IT WOULD BE:
For us all to be happy
SHORT RESPONSE:
QUESTION:
You are stranded on a deserted island! It's the perfect vacation getaway, complete with perfect shorelines, shady trees, and nothing anymore harmful than a few fruits. In time, you find out that you have everything you could ever dream for on the island. Riches, abundant food, beautiful sunshine, no worries, and even a mega mansion you build effortlessly in the tree tops.
There's nothing that could ruin your happiness. You are living the good life, and all but one of your questions have been left unanswered.
There is a reason you're stuck on this island. Maybe a reason you're too stupid to understand, or maybe a reason you worked hard to get rid of. Whatever the case, you don't know why you are here. Only that you're here. Now, think of everything you've ever loved away from the island. Coolaid, food, warmth, and friends. Don't merely think of them so that you detatch their value from them. Think about them as if they were put up here in front of you, about to spoil or die if you didn't tell them just how much you loved them in this moment. I remind you that you have everything you can dream of is on this island. I remind you that the things you love are real. They're not dreams, and so they are not here on the island with you.
The things you love will disappear forever. In three minutes, the island will be covered in fog thick enough for your hand to turn grey in front of your face. Once this fog rolls out, the island will be clear once again, and everything you could ever dream of will remain. However, anything beyond the island will not. Even if you built the greatest boat to ever grace the waters, sailed for millions of miles in each direction of the island, and searched until you died, there will be nothing but the ocean and the island. If you don't leave the island before the fog completely engulfs your hand in grey, this will be the rest of your life.
I remind you of the reason you're here. This is not an easy reason to digest. Think of your most painful experience, and think of how I couldn't even begin to describe something far more painful. This is what knowing this reason will feel like. Think about it some more: Why is this island the best thing you've ever had? Why is life so much better here? Why would you ever want to leave, when whatever put you here in the first place seems to hold this much power over you, and wants you this badly contained? Happy? Distracted? Like a baby's bluging, round, glossy eyes tracing the sounds and colors of keys that sound like money, unaware of how stupid, funny, and like the perfect Vine it looks like right now? What could you have done to deserve this? A place full of wonders and devoid of anything uncomfortable surely can't go to the best man. Think about it even more, and notice how people who try really hard to be good don't anywhere near get the level of rewards that bad people do. They even made up a lie, something you can remember well, off of the island, that follows: 'Goodness is its own reward'.
What could this reason be? And now I ask you--
If you could leave the island right now, learn of the reason, return to the real world, free of consequence, with coolaid, food, warmth, and aaaalll your friends waiting for you, would you? If you could feel less like a child and more like someone they could take seriously, would you leave the island? Or would you be just fine away from a world that didn't even want you at all, in a land where the untouchable touch of dreams lulls around you until standing, sitting, and sleeping feel all the same, surrounded by ocean forever?
Is it selfish to stay in the island and absorb its bounty? Is it selfish to leave and learn of why no one wanted you anymore, filling their lives with what they tried to put away-- you?
Think about it some more, really think hard, get even into what you'd never want to discuss, in the cozy couch of your own mind and thoughts, and feel safe here. It's okay to give your honest answer. Frankly, that's all I want to hear.
Do you leave the island?
ANSWER:
Yeah I guess I'd leave
You ask the stupidest questions I swear what does half of that even mean
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