Thoughtful Nutmeg

A City With Bright Lights


My 9 year cousin Brandon came over Friday morning while I was at work. So far so good. I haven’t had the chance to get much done unfortunately.

I just wish to share with you a haiku I made the other night…

Silence are his lips.
A maze in his mind, he sleeps.
Waiting to awake.

The ‘innocence’ people talk about when referring to children are usually bundled with what they feel is ‘not there’. What may not be there, may not actually have anything to do with whether the child is innocent or not. My interpretation of that ‘innocence’ of a child is what little they know in general versus what happens to some adults as they age, and what happens is mainly a social interactive thing.

So my cousin Brandon asks me questions, jokes around, and have a good laugh with me every time one or both of us does something really messed up, and as much as he may know about how things may work as you grow older, he doesn’t have the experience of such unfortunate and fortunate ‘wonders’. Thus my interpretation of a child’s ‘innocence’ is not whether they know what fucking, killing, and stealing means. My interpretation of a child’s ‘innocence’ is how deep they are in terms of experiencing fucking, killing, and stealing, etc.

Some people say that children don’t know any better. I beg to differ. I know under 10 children who know ‘better’ than most adults I know concurrently. They may not have the mental depth of complicated matters, plots within plots within plots and such, but in their ‘simplistic’ perspective, they know what to do and what not to do. At least, the ones I know that know better are like that.

Yes, as you grow older, and as you start feeling things differently than when you were a kid, your thoughts and emotions span out and touch other aspects, and then beyond that, but that’s the thing. In general perspective, as you grow older, as you experience more, as you allow yourself to feel more and accept and reject more, you are prone to be less honest, though possibly more sincere, than a kid who is much more honest but less sincere.

Being honest means you tell the absolute truth, and being sincere means you tell a version of the absolute truth, but not a lie.

Anyway, there is a lot of sincerity around, but there isn’t nearly as much honesty.


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Leemanism is about my views, my thoughts, and my feelings with as little filtering as possible. These concepts are not reflected in the people I value and are associated with. People who accept me, adhere to the parts where we are compatible and tolerate the parts where we are not. So however people perceive me to be, ultimately it obviously doesn't mean the friends I mention in this blog are the same as me. It means it's possible they are similar or the same, as well as different than me. It is highly unusual for people to be completely compatible with each other.

With that out of the way, and to make things clear, I never said I am a good person, nor am I trying to be one, though I would rather live with the empathetic than with the cruel. I would not deliberately do harm. I rather stand up against injustice than to pretend it doesn't exist. However, I understand consequences. The police is there to enforce the law, but not deter crimes from happening. Which means people must do what they must do to protect themselves, before the law of the land takes over and even then, the law of the land isn't there to protect you. It's there to protect the general consensus. Even if you may be right, society may deem you wrong - even most of your friends may side with society, than protect you. The law will almost always side with society.

We are few. Stay safe. (•̀ᵥᵥ•́)