While I acknowledge the importance of taking responsibility for one's actions, I tend not to use the phrase "I'm sorry" frequently. I believe that the phrase has become overused and has lost its true meaning, similar to how the question "How are you doing?" has lost its sincerity. However, I did admit to making a mistake when I set up employees' accounts, causing extra work and frustration for everyone involved. Interestingly, being transparent about my error made people more accepting and willing to help. I always take ownership of my mistakes because it helps me become more approachable and likable and build stronger personal relationships. Being around someone who is open about their errors or willing to admit fault creates a non-judgmental environment where it is okay to make mistakes.

 I believe that the ideal age for marriage is after one turns 30 years old. The period between 18 and 30 years is characterized by a lot of personal growth and maturation. Looking back on my own life, I can identify five stages of maturity, namely 18-21, 21-23, 23-25, 25-28, and 28-32. During each of these stages, I thought I knew what was best for me, but in reality, I was still learning and growing. Each stage marked a new version of myself, and I learned a lot from my experiences.

Assuming that most people who get married are of similar age, it is safe to say that they are also going through their own stages of development and growth. However, I think it is more likely that they will grow apart than in the same direction, given the various factors that can influence personal growth such as college, career choices, and even relocation. During my own personal growth, I had friends who did not make it to the next stages with me. Therefore, making a commitment to someone until death do us part seems unrealistic to me, especially when people's personal growth trajectories can be so divergent.

It is interesting to note that the highest divorce rates for both men and women occur between the ages of 25 and 29.

I used to get a haircut every two weeks, but recently I have been going only once a month or every three weeks. Ideally, I prefer to keep my hair at a consistent length so that it's not noticeable when I get a haircut. I don't like it when people point out my haircut.  It's like when someone says, "you look nice today," and we all end up making the same retort, "are you implying that I don't look nice on other days?" Therefore, I do not like to wait longer than 2 weeks.

I typically keep my hair short, so it may seem trivial, but I once made the mistake of shaving my head with a length 2 guard. Let's just say the end result was not flattering, and it made me look like a member of a group that is known for their lack of acceptance towards different ethnicities. Fortunately, my hair grew back within a couple of weeks, and my self-confidence was restored.

I thoroughly enjoy engaging in a stimulating debate. To me, the ability to engage in debate reflects one's capacity to think critically. When we engage in conversation with others, we have the opportunity to actively listen and respectfully discuss opposing views, which is a true test of one's character. It is disheartening to witness individuals resorting to personal attacks, raising their voices, or losing control during a debate. Unfortunately, such behaviors have become all too common in our society. It is crucial to remember that labeling someone as an "enemy" simply because we disagree with their viewpoint or challenge their views is counterproductive to positive change and societal growth. It is imperative to challenge others and, most importantly, challenge us while keeping an open mind. Ironically, I will engage in a debate even if I agree with the person's views. I often find myself asking, "I agree with you, but can you tell me why you think that way?" It may be subconsciously done to challenge myself, but I have gained a wealth of knowledge by debating various topics. At times, I have even changed my own beliefs or perspectives through these debates, which would not have happened if I wasn't willing to actively listen and open myself up to new ideas.

Answering this question is no easy feat. It requires delving into the meaning of love and how it manifests, while also considering whether our definitions and feelings towards it can evolve over time. We must also determine whether we are referring to romantic or platonic love. Even after pondering these questions, it remains difficult to narrow down our answer to just one person or thing.

Upon reflection, I have come to understand that I experience love when something or someone subconsciously fulfills a need within me, whether that be comfort, peace, safety, or something more profound. Different people or things have fulfilled these needs at various points in my life, leading me to question whether my definition and feelings towards love have changed and whether I am comparing them fairly. In trying to identify one person or thing, I ask myself if they have met multiple needs over several points in my life. This thought alone can leave my mind feeling tangled.

If I had to choose one person, my cousin Tony comes to mind. Though I remind him often of how much he has shaped me and influenced who I am today, he could never fully comprehend the extent of his impact.

You know what really grinds my gears? This supposedly simple question, "What is traffic?" It may seem like a harmless inquiry, but it elicits such a visceral response from me that I feel like I'm boiling over like a pot of freeze-dried coffee! Is traffic just another word for driving, or is it the infuriating bumper-to-bumper commute to work? And don't even get me started on drivers who hog the left lane and refuse to move over, causing unnecessary delays. If you're in a traffic jam, there's an unwritten rule to only let ONE car merge in, not TWO! And if someone is courteous enough to let you merge, don't be that asshole who then allows someone else to cut in front.  And for godsake, don't act like you're the "Speed Control Queen" and dictate how fast other motorists should be driving. If you're going slower, move to the FUCKIN' right and let faster drivers pass! 

What catches my interest? I suppose it could be something I enjoy or something I would choose if given the option. Either way, I would choose to go to a circus. County fairs don't appeal to me, and parades are not something that excites me anymore, except for the time when I saw Snoopy in the Macy's Day Parade back in 1994. I have only been to a circus once, when I was in fourth grade in 1999, and while I faintly remember it, I do recall it being a fun experience. I think one of the reasons I would choose a circus is that they are not as frequently accessible as other options. Alternatively, it could be because I want to be unique and say something different. Whatever the reason, I am not entirely sure why it catches my fancy.

I don't consider myself a religious person because I don't believe that religion is the sole determinant of a person's morality or character. In fact, some of the most deceitful individuals I've encountered have been those who are deeply religious. However, the question at hand is not about my personal beliefs but rather about the type of service I would hold.

In order to answer this question, I would reflect on the purpose of church and the messages conveyed in sermons. I understand that each sermon is intended to impart a moral lesson, and if one is able to look past the religious doctrine and focus on the underlying message, it can serve as a guide for leading a meaningful life.

For me, the core of humanity is the desire to be accepted and loved for who we are. If I were to hold a service, I would emphasize the importance of compassion and empathy towards others, regardless of their beliefs or backgrounds. I believe that it's crucial to see both sides of any issue and avoid being too judgmental, as this can lead to division and animosity.

Ultimately, my goal would be to create a positive impact on those who attend the service and encourage them to be a force for good in the world.

Answering this seemingly simple question about three wishes proved unexpectedly challenging. At first, I found myself mentally assigning a value to these wishes, weighing them against the people I cherish most. It was almost like a rapid-fire elimination game, where I compared individuals in my mind, swiftly advancing some while disregarding others without a fair assessment. This introspection made me question my biases: Why did I unconsciously favor certain individuals without giving everyone an equal chance? Was I already inclined toward a specific choice without consciously acknowledging it?

As I contemplated further, it dawned on me that my mother's wishes would align most closely with what I value. Her simplicity and selflessness would likely translate into wishes that held immense beauty in their innate kindness. Imagining her wish—something as heartfelt as having a family dinner with her late parents and brothers—moved me deeply. Visualizing them gathered around a table, sharing laughter, smiles, and conversations, brought tears to my eyes. Her wish wouldn't just be hers alone; it would grant a shared joy to everyone present at that hypothetical dinner.

Despite my usual methodical approach to decision-making, contemplating my own first wish for a year wouldn't match the profound impact of my mother's instinctive decision. That swift, selfless choice embodies the essence of what truly matters. And that's precisely why, without hesitation, I'd choose my mom's wishes without a second thought.

*Mom, if you ever read this one day, I want you to know that I love you, and I'm grateful to have you as my mom.*

My disdain for "Last House on the Left" runs deep. The film's gratuitously prolonged scene of sexual assault not only crossed the boundaries of decency but also prompted me to walk out of the theater. It wasn't a case of the movie being so effective that it provoked a strong response; it was simply a poorly executed film that left me questioning its merit and my decision to watch it in the first place. The experience was more distressing than engaging, making it a regrettable cinematic choice.

"Sausage Party" was a disappointment from start to finish. The film attempted to ride on a wave of forced humor that fell flat. What aggravated me even more was that all the supposedly funny moments had been shamelessly revealed in the trailer, leaving nothing fresh or genuinely amusing during the actual viewing. It felt like a movie desperately trying to be hilarious but failing miserably, ultimately leaving me underwhelmed and unimpressed by its lack of wit and originality.

"Your wit, observations, and inquisitiveness have made me enjoy every conversation we've ever had.  I know you'll make amazing contributions to this world, and I hope you'll record some of your observations along the way. May this be the first in a vast collection of journals you keep for others to enjoy forever."

In moments of solitude, we seize the unique opportunity to embrace our true selves, liberated from judgment, expectations, and the pressure to conform. Here, our authentic selves emerge, revealing the person behind the mask. Alone, I free myself from external expectations, redirecting my focus to what truly matters. Stripped of distractions, I delve into my priorities, forming a deeper connection with the values that define my life.Within the quiet refuge of my home, I find the space to learn and cultivate skills. This sanctuary allows me to explore new ideas and passions at my own pace, unburdened by external influences. My living room transforms into a personal classroom, where I absorb knowledge and insights in harmony with my authentic self, often involving my laptop and ventures into YouTube. When nobody is around, my confidence takes a well-deserved break. Shielded from external judgments, I navigate the path of self-improvement with a reassuring sense of security. In these moments, my insecurities retreat, allowing me to breathe freely without the watchful eye of judgment.

Addressing the question of how to make the world better is complex, and entertaining the idea that I possess all the answers may hint at a "god complex," despite being just an ordinary person from Michigan with limited knowledge. Nevertheless, two principles come to mind, recognizing that one may be unpopular.

Let people be: This seemingly straightforward concept is seldom put into practice. Allowing individuals the freedom to live as they choose, love whom they want, marry who they wish, and believe in whatever they choose, should be embraced. If their choices do not directly impact your life or well-being, it's essential to refrain from unnecessary interference. While disagreement and non-support are acceptable, pushing one's own lifestyle and culture onto others is a common societal flaw. Just as we in the West don't consume cats and dogs, it's not our place to dictate what others do in different parts of the world if it doesn't affect us.

Absence of religion: This point might be divisive, but the impact of religion on humanity has often been divisive, fueling wars, hatred, and separation. The diversity of beliefs should be respected, and one's faith, or lack thereof, should not be a basis for judgment. The self-righteous attitudes of some religious individuals can be off-putting. With over 4,000 religions globally, claiming one as the absolute truth seems arbitrary. Does being born in a particular state make one's god the correct one? The answer is subjective. Importantly, someone else's beliefs typically have no bearing on your life or that of your family, and thus, it is crucial to move on rather than dwell on these differences. If it helps, acknowledge differences without dwelling on the idea that others are wrong, destined for hell, and move forward without investing additional time in judgment.

In reflecting on my own experiences, I find a deep sense of fulfillment in the various acts of kindness I've had the privilege to extend to others. These instances, rooted in a genuine desire to make a positive impact, range from simple gestures to more significant contributions.

One recurring theme is the joy derived from anonymously paying for someone's meal. Usuallyat a local McDonalds or Taco Bell, the simple act of covering someone else's expenses, often without them knowing, has always brought me a sense of warmth. It's a subtle way of spreading positivity and fostering a chain of goodwill that can resonate far beyond that single moment.

In addition to financial acts of kindness, I take satisfaction in offering support to others during challenging times. This involves lending a listening ear to those who may feel they have nowhere else to turn. Sometimes, all people need is a trusted person to share their thoughts and concerns with, and being that person can significantly impact their well-being. Providing emotional support and understanding is a potent means of contributing positively to someone's life. As humans, we often find that talking through our problems out loud can lead to solutions, and assuming the role of that supportive ear is a meaningful responsibility that I value.

Similarly, extending a helping hand, whether through offering a ride or a couch to surf when someone is going through a tough time, has been a meaningful part of my journey. There's a unique fulfillment in knowing that, during moments of vulnerability, I could be a reliable source of support for someone who needed it.

Being genuinely interested in others' thoughts and opinions has been a fundamental aspect of my approach to kindness. Creating an environment where people feel heard and valued fosters a sense of connection and community. By demonstrating a sincere care for what others have to say, I aim to contribute to a more empathetic and understanding world.

In these various acts of kindness, I've come to appreciate the impact that small gestures can have on the lives of others. Each instance serves as a reminder that compassion, understanding, and a willingness to lend a helping hand are powerful tools in creating a more positive society.  Don't ever forget, you have the ability to be a net force for good in this world.  

Reflecting on the notion of heaven and the criteria for entry is not a subject I often contemplate. The question of who will inhabit heaven and the reasons for their admission prompts a simplistic response: those who perform good deeds and avoid causing harm to others. However, this answer unravels into more complex inquiries such as the definition of 'good' and the true nature of 'harm.' In considering my personal connections, I hope that my friends and family would be present in heaven, recognizing their goodness despite any moral failings. Perhaps an ideal heaven would be populated solely by the innocence of puppies and babies, leaving us to admire from afar. I must admit, this response may lack the depth of my usual musings, as it is a topic I have not thoroughly explored.

It's incredibly easy to get caught up in the daily hustle and overlook the profound gifts we often take for granted. Good health, both our own and that of loved ones like friends and family, is a fragile treasure. The simple ability to wake up feeling well, to move freely, to think clearly, is something easily missed until it's compromised. The support and love of friends and family, the shared laughter, the comfort of belonging, these connections are the framework of happiness, yet sometimes fade into the background noise. And perhaps most fleeting of all is time itself, the finite moments we have on this earth, ticking away relentlessly. Recognizing the sheer luck involved in having these things; a stable life, a loving partner, a loyal companion, meaningful work, and the precious time to experience it all, underscores just how fortunate we truly are, reminding us to cherish these blessings before they become things we wish we hadn't taken for granted. 

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