History Project - What is your definition of perfect Society?

Hello fellas, 
Sorry for the depressing text yesterday, I dunno what the hell happened, I think I was possessed by a teenage devil with mixed up feelings or something like that. 
Anyway, today I'm going to publish a work, more like a composition, which I've done for my history class. I think I didn't actually answered what the teacher wanted, but I couldn't answer it in any other way. 

The question was "What is your definition of perfect Society?".

Here's my answer:

A Perfect Society?
'Perfection' is a mythical concept, impossible and most of all it's undefined. Perfection is relative, everyone has a a different perception of it. For me 'perfection' is the acceptance of its nonexistence.
People who lived in this society wouldn't know the word 'perfection' nor its meaning. They would have flaws and they would fail, they would fall and they would get hurt, they would never be perfect the way we think that perfect people are, and they would mostly accept themselves and the others as they were. This way prejudice wouldn't exist.
My perfect society wouldn't be constituted only by good persons, peaceful and remarkably intelligent. They would be defined by their personality. They would be strong, real, consistent  and not 'paper persons' (yes, this is a reference to the book Paper Towns, by John Green) who have weak and malleable personalities. 
They would live to be and not to have or to look like. 
The most important think about work and getting a job would be the joy you would have in doing it and it be all about money. 
In my opinion the flaws and the acceptation of that flaws would be the perfection, because my perfect society is about the imperfections.

And that's it... I don't even know if this makes sense, at least it was what it seemed right for me to write at the moment. 
Somehow the teacher gave me an -A!, even though it wasn't exactly what he wanted. :D

- The Wolf  

She was...

hello dear someone,

today I'm gonna tell you a story, and as every single stories this one starts like this,

Once upon a time, in a far or not so far land, there was a girl (well, there were more than a girl but I'm only gonna talk about this one) whom the name isn't important and the age is even more irrelevant. She wasn't pretty nor ugly like in the books, where or you are pretty and want to be more than that or you're ugly but someone loves you by your personality and, oh, comes out you're not even ugly!, how beautiful. No. She was a real girl, like every other real girls...  The thing about her was that she was full of shit. She simply wasn't capable of being loyal to her real self when she was surrounded by everyone, she was crap, and she new it. But, hey, do you really think you can judge her? We do what we need to survive, and teenage years are a bitch.

I'll explain her story better.

She was this quite girl, who thought, who observed, who didn't lived for fashion, boyfriend and social events. She was an atheist, she was cynical, she was realistic. Her mind was an amazing place where you could simply sail all day long and find the most unlikely things that you would ever find in a teenager's mind. You see... the thing about 'thinking', and 'observing', it might not be exactly how you're expecting. She thought because she was capable of observing, and she was capable of observing because she thought (this is really difficult of explaining). Okay, easier way: you see things, she saw through things. You see and that's it, it's seen... she saw and she gave it a meaning. She could pass hours thinking about what she has seen, or heard, and that way things developed in her head. She was a lonely person because she simply didn't live in our world... She was always somewhere else. And it was fine by her because it was who she was.

But things got tough. No one wants to be alone, right?

So she understood that she simply had to leave all that crap that was in her head and she had to do something to fit in. She started to act like the other girls, she stopped to think and she started to live. She started to get to the social events, she started to make friends (even though she didn't like them), she started to dress like the others... she even got a boyfriend (who she didn't like), and she started to feel more and more alone. She was crap, she was a superficial girl, she was a liar, she was like those persons that she couldn't (in the past) bare. She was full of shit and it became difficult to come back to what she was... because she didn't know who she was anymore. She still doesn't know... 

You know who you are?

- The Wolf

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Why don't you guys coment my posts? 

I wanna a typewriter.

Hi there dwarfs, wizards, antisocial muggles, geeks... and who knows, perhaps normal persons.

What's up?

For now on I'm going to use this font. Do you like it? Of course you do.

I could not write here for a month bc of school, but I've got good news! I'm sick and I'm going to be at home at least for more 3 days. Yeeeey! And are that good news, you ask? Ask. Now. 

Oh... I'll explain. If I'm sick I've got to be at home. If I'm at home I have time to write. Du.

So... That was all I guess. I'll write something and try to post it today.

Byee 

Christmas and Happy New Year

Christmas
Maybe it's a little too late to wish you, my dear readers, a Happy Christmas!, so I’ll just hope you had a nice one.
So, mugles and wizards, how was your Christmas? What did you do? Can you tell me? No. Of course you can't. It's not like I even care... That's how our relationship works, isn't it? I write about whatever I want to and you read and shut up. Anyway... let's get start.
How was your Christmas, The Geek? you must be asking. (LOL no you don't, but I'll answer you anyway)
It was great, I mean... family night, family day,  LOADS OF FOOD, new books, clothes, pocket watch, CDs and vinyl.
Santa brought me everything I asked for (Yeah! Santa rocks! ).
Christms as is almost my favourite season (almost 'cause my favourite one is HALLOWEEN! ).
Hope yours was fine too!
New Year
Honestly, I don't give a damn about new year but lets pretend that I do.
2013? How can I define it...hm... BORING! But with great movies and books so it was not thaaat bad. In the rest all stood in the same place. No changes.
Sincerely I just hope 2014 to be more exciting than this year was.  I think some of you hope it too, am I right?
Well... HAPPY NEW YEAR DWARFS!
Byee!
-The Wolf

Having a Coke with You - Frank O'Hara

Having a Coke with You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

by: Frank O'Hara

Religion

Hey guys!

I'm sorry for not being writing but with the end of the school, with final tests and stuff like that I couldn't.
So if you're interested about the books I've been reading, I already read the Fault In Our Stars (I finished it last week) and besides that I started and finished to read Looking For Alaska, also from John Green. I'll write about both books, telling my opinion.
Ham... What do you thought about BertieBertG's video that I posted last time? Did you like it? Tell me about it!

Well.. enough of shitty chat. I'm here today to write about religion. ATTENTION THIS IS JUST MY OPINION, NO NEED TO TAKE THIS PERSONAL!
From a long time that I'm thinking about this, and today I'll be talking specifically about Christians (just because here in Portugal is the predominant religion.).
Look, I admire the people who could trust their life to God, and beyond all failures in this history still believe and accept Jesus as The Son Of God. Really I don't have nothing against this! I only want to express my opinion about some stuff that bothers me.
I think having a religion is a positive thing, for me it means hope. Jesus, God and Bible are a representation of hope. I had this friend who had cancer, in those times I clung to religion. There was nothing I could do for her so (even not being Christian.) I held my self to God and asked him for help. With this I felt good, I had hope. Maybe there was God, and maybe he could hep her, and me. I wanted to believe that I needed to.
She died after 7 years fighting cancer. I lost all my hope and faith. Why would God do that to her? She was such a good person. 
Oh yes, I'm telling you. Once when the doctor told us that her cancer had no cure (months before she died) she left the hospital, took a bus and went to church. When I got there she was giving all her money, all her savings to a homeless. "What are you doing?" I asked her freaking out. "If I'm going to die, I'll die doing everything I can for not having more people having the same destiny as me. Not people who never do anything to deserve this." She answer really calm.
She was a good person.. Why the Hell would God do that to her? And it was there that I realised that God it's just hope and nothing more. It's a way to make you feel confident. Not a guy who's up there choosing what is going to do with your life. Only you can make that decision. Faith and hope and nothing more.

I'm sorry if this is depressing but I was needing to write this. I'll post something soon!

H & K,
- The Wolf


P.s. Happy Holidays! :D