Just a new idea I wanted to introduce, please feel free to post your thoughts about this. None of this is an attack on anyone here, it's really my views of people in general.

My eyes have been opened since learning from Buddhist and Zen teachings. It hasn't even been that long ago that I started looking into it, and I have a completely different outlook on life and people. The teachings encourage you to be open minded when it comes to others, but I wanted to get some opinions on a few things I just don't understand about people.

I've noticed that there are people who are obsessed with showing off. They drive the most expensive cars they can get (and often spend hours keeping them shiny and spotless), wear expensive clothing and jewelry, take hours to put makeup on and do their hair, and so on.

I don't understand who they're trying to impress. I may be a guy who doesn't understand people, I guess. It seems so stupid to me that people would go that far out of their way to glorify themselves, and generally others don't like those kind of people. It's like the women that dress in a revealing way and then get mad when someone stares at them, you know?

I try to be different. I have a few rules when it comes to the way I dress (for example, I don't wear orange shirts with blue jeans), but otherwise I prefer to be comfortable. I don't understand the purpose of high heeled shoes - they've been proven uncomfortable, they look uncomfortable, but they still wear them. Is 'looking taller' more beneficial than comfort?

It seems like all people care about lately is money. Movies lately have been themed around the ultimate goal or climax being that the main character "gets a whole lot of money". I watched two yesterday that were exactly like that. I wish people would realize that worshiping paper is just as stupid as spending hours to glorify yourself. Yes I understand that having money, you can do whatever you'd like with it.

She followed the male and all the other fawns through the forest as a soft breeze filled the area and the tall grass swayed back and forth ever so slowly. You would think that the sun would not shine through the think canopy, but that day it did. And that made the day even better at the Play Ground.
While everyone ran and jumped on and to other rocks I observed the male until he disappeared in the tall grass. "Hello. Whats your name?" a voice behind me was sweet and close. I turned around to the male and said; "My name is Storm. And yours?" she says politely, yet shy.

"Sabastain. What a lovely name you have Storm." he bows and when he lifts his head up his pale face was blushing. I couldnt help but giggle. We both started to laugh when we both started to run across the forest happily. "Wanna race?" I smerk. "Of course. Beat you to the Pond!" Sabastain says out loud. "Its on!" I yell and run before he even said to say go. "Cannon ball!" we both yell and jump into the pond. "Its a tie!" I yell. "No I won!" Sabastain yells. "No we tied!" we splashed and played for hours until we heard yelps, yowls, and screaming from our west. "Whats that!?" Sabastain screams. "I think its the others!" I say while pointing a hoof to the direction of the herd running as fast as they could. A gun shot yowled through the air as it barely got my head. "Whats was that!?" "Run!" I cried and we followed the herd.


That day was the worst day of my life..

My herd leader was shot dead by a human hunter. And was replaced with my father...

My Mother told me about the weird humans coming to the forest a killing all the deer in sight.

As I grew older I split away from the herd. Said good bye to my parents. Left Sabastian, and ventured away.

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I awoke to a forest that seemed stiller than usual. Certainly no one I knew was on, but I considered it the strange hour, more than anything else. I wandered over to da drinkplaats, where I had heard a fawn cry out, surrounded by deer that bore my name and little else. While I played transform briefly, I found it was not the best way to get to know other deer; I never even managed to greet the little fawn I had come out there to meet. While it was pleasant, circling as a dove, pondering the life of doves, who flicker on white wings into sight and pull above to some unseen heaven...I do wonder what their lives are like. I guess it's the old curiosity. Dove families, dove happiness... Of course, I am of the opinion that rabbits, wherever they hide in these woods, must be happier than doves. Just being a rabbit makes me happy; their bodies are small and soft and cosy, like they have a candle-flame beneath their skin and it flickers through their fur and blood; it circulates like oxygen and fills them up with something soft as wilting rose petals.

...Regardless, I heard another solitary deer, and encountered a lively fellow dressed in death's gear, for the full sake of contrast, who frolicked with me about the pond waters for a time, leading me on a bit of a dash to the other side of the water. We rested briefly in the shallows before meeting a deer who, as before, bore my name and nothing else (he is welcome to it; not thinking you have a name, even if you have the wrong one, is a sad and lonely thing) and taught him to enjoy a rolling laugh where the waters soak up around you and clean your back.