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Most Effective Form of Age Reversal Found

Most people, as they age, find that getting older isn’t necessarily one of their favorite experiences. No one really cares for a process that can’t be stopped and is out of their control, but it happens to every one, every moment, of every day. I guarantee if biology allowed it, we’d elect to remain the same at the age of 21 and never age after that, unfortunately it isn’t so lenient. Age isn’t discriminatory and it comes for all of us in varying ways, but still people are always searching for products, medications, and surgeries to make them look and feel younger. I haven’t had to experience this yet, but I do know that there is one uniquely infallible route to take, to not only slow down aging, but to reverse its effects almost entirely.

It’s called Facebook.

This intercollective social media network allows for the complete dissolution of morals and values by any adult who enters this virtual world, therefore, effectively undoing any maturity that age had so generously granted them. It’s a curious little process to watch and intriguing to people who have escaped the degenerative clutches of this mechanism.

The youthfulness that returns in all its glory is decidedly negative though.  A person, who was once a moralistic and decorous human, is now an awful juvenile and highly undignified. The outrageous descent into crude language, name-calling, and revolting assessments of other people, is vile at best. Whereas, a modest adult would be able to differentiate their emotions and feelings from improper public displays, this website allows for the reversal of this differentiation.

Let’s take for instance, the feeling of anger. It’s a flooding and wholly consuming emotion, which can easily corrupt and change a person’s normal behavior. Now, an adult who exercises reason and rational thought, knows that the anger is best directed in a conducive manner. If you hope for the resolution to your anger, you have to take advantageous measures to remedy the feeling. Maintaining your cool and calm is absolutely vital to making sure your ends are achieved. Facebook, however, does something a little different. It takes a perfectly grown adult with something to be angry about, and completely transforms them into a spectacle of fit and frustration. We all know he who raises his voice has already lost. The same can be said for an adult Facebook user who whines and whinges about others.

It is interesting to see the vulgar diction that is chosen to be used so very publicly by, what one would assume to be, very grown adults. Just like the one who raises his voice has lost, the person who has to resort to profanity has also, by default, lost. Once you name-call, a person has effectively given up any and all right to potentially be the victor in an “anger” situation. It is a unique display, that is often seen on Facebook by the incredible “adult turned juvenile” phenomena.

One of the most important ingredients, however, for this spectacular youthful transformation, is to create a very particular pattern, one which so frequently includes involving actual real-life young people in your tirade of felicities. Carefully selecting a genuine eighteen year old is one of the best ways to ensure that you can shed your adulthood and methodically squeeze yourself into a metaphorical dress of teenhood. Chances are, you probably don’t fit well in it, but that doesn’t matter. You are officially young again!

Certainly, we all know, nothing comes for free, so with this newfound youthfulness, you’ve sacrificed a few things. You no longer have the ability to grant people grace and the benefit of the doubt, you now only see the immediate superficial events for what they are and cannot stop and consider the endless alternative possibilities. Unfortunately, your dignity and self-respect will also rapidly diminish. It will be chipped away at by every critical comment, every foul word, every baseless accusation, and every exploitation of a human that you know nothing about.

Everyone is different. Some people choose to build beautiful souls out of the elements that they gain through growing up. Building block that are forged through deciding to end cycles of humiliation, to end cycles of disrespect, to end cyles of immaturity and indecency. I readily admire the people who decide to stop hateful behavior dead in its tracks. People who can turn their positivity on in situations of anger towards others. It really truly is incredible.

For those that choose to wear their adolescence as chains, forever binding them to puerile behavior, I leave you with this quote:

“A mature person is one who does not think only in absolutes, who is able to be objective even when deeply stirred emotionally, who has learned that there is both good and bad in all people and in all things, and who walks humbly and deals charitably with the circumstances of life, knowing that in this world no one is all-knowing and therefore all of us need both love and charity” – Eleanor Roosevelt





The Life and Times of Sucking at College

I considered writing something somewhat political today, but then I told that 5-second thought to fuck right off. I am so sick and tired of reading stuff that is partisan fueled and drenched in limited information and mediocre and vaugely understood facts. No, we don’t need anymore of that. I actually want to talk about college and what happens when you suck at it (in case you literally did not read the title). I graduated high school in June of 2015 with one goal in mind, to finish 6 years of school and become a Nurse Practitioner. Boyyyyy, did that not go as planned. First of all, I’m not entirely sure why they let 18-year olds try to map out the rest of their lives. It puts a figurative weight on your shoulders that seems more like a burden than the “freedom” they tend to label it as. I am now 20 and nothing that I planned two years ago still holds true. I was your typical high honor roll student who got accepted into an incredible and highly selective program. For me, college always seemed obligatory. There was no other option, but back then that was okay because I excelled at school. I never thought for one second that I would hate college or be terrible at it. Why should I? It wasn’t until I got there that I realized how awful it was. My first semester I worked my ass off and scraped together a 2.7 GPA. It was such a demeaning feeling. I had never done this bad at school and it was an utter fall from grace (or so it felt). I didn’t even have the “partied too hard” excuse to apportion the blame to, as I never attended a single party or made any friends that semester. Meanwhile, I saw my former classmates thrive at college and it made me want to scream “how are you doing this college thing so successfully??? TELL ME YOUR SECRETS”. I was about one caffiene-induced rage sesh away from selling my soul to the acadamia gods in return for even a morsel of passion for school.

I went home for winter break and started the transfer process to another school immediately. My parents were sceptical and claimed that I just had to give it some more time and I thought bullshit. I figured it was just the school and by January 15th, I was at my orientation day for my new university. Fast forward to the end of my second semester and I still had not made any friends or joined any clubs, BUT my GPA had increased to a 3.0 so I thought, Things must finally be going right.

Uhm, wrong.

I started my second year of school coming off of a massive break-up. As if I needed more of a reason to hate school, I got a beautiful depression mental mosaic to take back with me in my head. Not entirely conducive to the “loving college” mindset. I went home every single weekend for two semesters straight, I skipped class at least 2 times a week, and I turned in, maybe, every other assignement? It was the worst I had ever been at school EVER and it had me so pissed off at myself. My motivation was so astonishingly low and my imment failure so glaringly obvious. Did I have the drive to care? No, not really. Did I try to fix it? Absolutely not. It looked as if I went through the “Expectations” bin in my head and single-handedly tossed out every one of them. I finished off the 16-17 school year with a 2.6 average GPA and thought Nice, Morgan. Fucking brilliant you are. Well done.

Now, it is almost August and I have decided not to return to school. People have a lot of opinions about the college drop-out and, believe me, I do too, but when I say “college isn’t for everyone”, I mean it. It is perfectly okay to not like college. It is perfectly okay for you to decide that it is not helping you move forward in life. If it’s not making you happy, then it is not ultimately helping you succeed. Dropping out of college; however, does not mean that you settle. Go out and find something new. Do something different. Do something that scares you. I am moving to Nashville by November (hopefully) and I am scared as hell, but it is the first time in a long time that my future has excited me and that’s the goal. Your future should excite you. You shouldn’t be indifferent towards it. So here is my advice now in hindsight of my rough realization, If you love college, PLEASE stick with it because you will go far. If you hate college, give it a little time, possibly transfer, but don’t give up on it immediately. If you have, however, given it the best you had and still hate, then leave. No one is making you stay. You are too damn young to hate what you’re doing in life. Choose something that makes you happy and your motivation and your passion and your drive will all come flocking back and it is on the wings of those birds that you’ll fly.