"I don't know what the heck is up with you."

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I know this probably resembles Stanley's "I don't Know Who You Are Anymore" thread, but, like they say, everything on the Internet is a repost of a repost of a repost. Once again, I apologize if I sound preachy.

Yesterday, my mom told me, "I don't know what the hell is up with you. It's like you wanna be the Unabomber when you grow up or something."

That really hit me hard. I mean, the Unabomber was the guy who was pissed at society because they destroyed his favorite piece of wilderness with construction. I would also be pissed about that, but it doesn't mean I would try to start a one-man political revolution by mailing bombs to people. I can't even really tell you why this hurt my feelings. Maybe it's because of the hate a person would have to be living in to do something like this, and I hate hate in all it's forms. Maybe its because, just for a split second, it made me question what I am inside. It's a sickening combination of Misunderstanding and concealed insult.

I'm starting to believe there is no hope for the sheeple around me, and that's a sad thing. When people start believing that change in how we live can only be done with improvised explosives, it's time for a reality check. I believe more can be done with love, and that's the way to go, to change the world with love.

Hopefully I explained adequately how I feel. I just had to get this out on writing as quick as possible, while it's still fresh.