SHHH! (or Who Said That?)

Yeah, that thing with the parentheses is back. Maybe just for this week. I don't know.

In other, pre-topic news, that "experiment" thing about writing two posts with separate foundations- that's not happening. I'll broadcast my thoughts, and people will have to deal with it. But certainly comment on my posts with what you like, dislike, agree with or disagree with!

We live in a fascinating time period. New and amazing things are coming up daily- did you know that the Singularity (the time when man melds with machine in order to supplement our lives) is  predicted for only 2045? We could double or triple our lifespans!

One of the greatest, if not the greatest, things to come out of this Technological Revolution is the Internet. The Internet, which you are conveniently on right now, defies explanation. It is just the Internet, plain and simple.

Now, if you have as much free time as I do, you might explore the Internet more than the average person. And you probably made the discovery a long, long, long time ago that the Internet is full of terrible people.

People go out of their way to insult others, degrade what other people have said, and make less and less grammatical sense (has a semi-colon ever hurt anyone?). The main reason for this is the anonymity of the Internet.

I could create a Youtube account right now named Valettathon (challenge accepted!) and post a comment on any video and say what I like.  I could use as vulgar language as possible, throw out stereotypes and elitism, and just go bananas!

And nothing would ever happen to me.

The anonymity of the Internet is one colossal shield. Nothing will come back to me if I say it on the Internet, because there is nothing to link me to that account (nothing to easily do it, I mean.) That's why you see hateful comments on Formspring you would never see on sites like Facebook; Being identifiable makes you liable for what you say and do.

Another thing about the Internet that I personally enjoy is the blank slate you are given. In a lot of places, younger people's opinions are looked down upon because they aren't 'old enough to make an opinion'. Effectively, on the Internet, I'm how old I say I am. You get notoriety for what you say and do, not how old you are or how you look.

That's kind of great. The Internet could be a venue for people, without bias, can discuss opinions without having any preconceptions about who that person is.

Now, I've a little bias in this area. Joshua Valett (spoilers) is not my real name. It is a pen name, one I've used for a while, just for kicks and giggles. But in reality, at the moment, it fools no one. One of the only ways I get people to this site is to shamefully self-promote (speaking of shamefully self-promoting, visit this awesome site I found!  http://tinyurl.com/3ovnjjg)


Being nobody on the Internet is a rare experience that you literally can't have anywhere else. It's just a shame that no one seems to realize it.

Thanks for reading and considering,
J.Valett

Disappointment in the Flesh

To preface this post, I didn't make it into drama club. Yeah, I know it sucks. Why, you may ask, am I broadcasting my failures on the Internet? Because of my admiration for all of you wonderful readers who crave to know every last detail of my drastically dull life.

Disappointment has always been a hard thing for me to grasp. I'm a relatively smart guy, and I succeed in a couple key areas that I also happen to enjoy, so most of the time, I am not disappointed. I also have incredibly low standards for myself, just in case I fail.

But, every once in a while, I get up on my high horse and make an assumption about something. And 99 times out of 100, it comes back to bite me in the arse.

That's the funny thing about making these kinds of assumptions. You spend hours dreaming about reaching these incredible heights, doing these incredible things, and a single variable change can send you off course so damn fast that you don't even know it's changed.

To be fair, I'm not all that upset about Drama Club. I knew it was an exclusive thing when I started, but I chose to be an egotist and think that I had to get in. I didn't cry or anything, but I was severely bummed.

The biggest problem with disappointment is that you rarely learn anything from it, or at least I don't. You can't stop trying things, as that is actually impossible, and the expectations thing isn't something you can control. From my perspective, it is either a dangerously low self-esteem or a high expectation that is just begging to fall.

I know this post isn't as beautifully poetic as Let Go ( Disappointed? Good!), but I'm tired and sad.

A final thought: The worse thing about this kind of situation is the pity. It's kind of hard to be sad for your friend who didn't make it when you did. You can't be happy around this kind of person, for fear of seeming insensitive.

You know what? I think being around someone happy is exactly the right medicine.

Thanks for reading and considering,
J. Valett

Note To All Whom It May Concern

My blog, primarily, has been me arguing various points to you, the readership. I got good responses, with some posts being better recieved than others. One thing I didn't expect, however, was the uproarious response to my most recent blog post, which focused more on me and my feelings, rather than arguing a point. As eager as ever to bend to the wind of my possibly non-existant fanbase, I am doing an expirement: Between now and September 25th, I will upload two stories: Religify ( one like my usual ) and a yet-unnamed piece similar to Let Go. Please, Please, PLEASE comment on each of the stories about what you liked and disliked. It will be you, reader, who decides the blog's future

Thanks for Reading and Considering,
J. Valett

Let it Go

Oh, God, it's been so long since I've been as content as I am right now. I know the feeling will fade, but for the next ten minutes or so, I'm going to document this.

Entourage ended (for everyone about half an hour ago, but I caught it on DVR) tonight. The ending was good, open enough for a sequel, closed enough to make me feel satisfied.

Just thinking about the ending makes me wonder how everyone got so misguided in life. Honestly, who cares about homework? Who cares about school? Video games? I'll sell my damn PS3 tomorrow if I feel like it, and I don't think it'd matter to me.

People matter.

Somehow, after thousands of years of love story after love story people still make stupid decisions that sacrifice this stuff. I was feeling so helpless, so hopeless twenty minutes ago, and now I feel so much more... well, I don't know.

There is a girl (and yes, I know, there is always a girl.) And I'm just sick of doing this, plotting and hoping, daring and thinking, dreaming and falling. Why is life always so complicated? Why can't I just be happy liking her, damned if she likes me.

I'm going to try.

We get so caught up in our day-to-day lives, stuff I can't even remember three days later. We can't just let go and be who we are, for fear of somebody finding out. What if they find out about my this, or that? Who cares?


I overthink things. I think I'm falling in love far too often. I procrastinate. I doubt whether I'm a good person. I'm a lot stupider than I seem. I'd like to be an actor, but think I lack the talent. I feel terrible about not feeling terrible more often. I don't like Harry Potter as much as I used to. I am not perfect.


And that is damn commendable.

Thanks for reading and considering,
J. Valett.

I know this isn't my usual, and it will probably look terrible to me tomorrow morning. But I honestly can't think of a single thing I care less about at the moment.

War! What is it Good For? (or Absolutely Nothing!)

Well here we are, again. Me putting off writing a new entry, and all of you, my masses of adoring fans, begging, sacrificing lambs to the thought that I may one day grace you all with a new writing. Well, that's a little extreme fans, but I'll roll with it.

I've been indulging in quite a bit of Team Fortress 2 recently, and that got me thinking about the wars that power such games, and ultimately war in general.

The country that I and most of my readers live it is, at best, a little trigger-happy, and at worst, devil-lovers who look for any excuse to kill anyone not believing what they believe. The type of cavalier attitude exhibited towards war can be reflected by the general public's answer to this question: how many countries are we in by force at the moment?

Yeah. Did you know we are in Yemen?

I used to be all for war, when I was like eight. The concept seemed cool to me, fighting for your country and to enforce freedom. Of course, no one died in these visions. They all just dodged bullets and the other side gave up when they saw we were right.

War now just seems barbaric to me. In a time when we can communicate over vast differences, no language barriers due to technology, and a way to tell everyone what you want, I don't understand why anyone would resort to stabbing.

And for another thing, war is no longer cool. Not that it ever was, but if I was to battle in any war, it wouldn't be this sneaky assassination type things we engage in now. I'd go for the Medieval sword-and-shield charge. It's more honorable.

I see people encourage war all the time nowadays, and to them I have one question: would you do it? Would you risk and potentially lose your life to invade a country that didn't ask nor want our intervention? I wouldn't. I don't know if I could kill someone for a valiant cause.

Now, this is rather idealistic (LIKE THE TITLE OF THE BLOG, OH MY GOSH) of me, as there are extenuating circumstances like dictators, people with a distinct lack of sanity, and genocide.

I'm not against war, per se. If violence is the only way to save innocent people, then it has to be what it has to be. But I am most certainly against the wars the United States are mostly involved in now.

And for the record, it wouldn't be considered a failure if we drew out of countries we shouldn't have entered in the first place: it's called not being a dick.

Thanks for reading and considering,
-J. Valett