Premonitions

Today I more or less ended my therapy. Me and my shrink both came to the conclusion that over the general line, everything is going the way it more or less should go for me to attain the moodlevel that we call 'happy', (My autism is more or less sorted out. Problems with, erm, guys at school is going ok-ish. I'm content with the amount of time I see my dad and the relationship I have with him, etc) and that further visits would not be necessary. Or at least not that frequently. Either he is honest, and really thinks I don't need it anymore, or he just wants to get rid of me. Maybe I'm a poor judge of character, but I'm inclined to say the former. Because he has done alot for me in the first place, and in the very least because he could've told me this much, much earlier. Besides, he gets paid everytime. It's his job. I don't see why he should lie about that... Besides. He said that if there was any thing, I could make an appointment anytime. Anytime he still has room for appointments, ofcourse.
But anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about. What I did want to talk about is that, right before he said 'are you sure you need this therapy anymore' I was almost certain he was gonna say 'are you sure you need this therapy anymore'. Call it dumb luck, call it fate, or call it higher powers, I found it strange at first, and mightily funny afterwards. By the time I was wondering if I should or shouldn't write something about said phenomenon here.
Guess what the conclusion was.
It happened more then once that I thought 'what if I met person A while riding through town on my way to destination B' and that, at location C, which is halfway on my way to destination B, I meet person A. Or that in the morning I think of something that could happen, and before I get home, it happened.
Or the famous anticipated question of which I gave an example above. There will always be questions you will somehow dread, but know they will be asked eventually. The second before the question is uttered, without any hints to reveal it's coming, you know that it's gonna be asked, and in most cases exactly how (word choice and order. Tense, etc)
What of brothers saying the exact same thing at the exact same moment? It happens. Me and my brother are two exact oposites, (for example, I'm officially 'happy' while he is neck-deep in a depression) yet still, it happens.
Or what about this: A school has been built at the foot of a coal-hill. One day, a girl who goes to that school wakes up and tells her mother she dreamt that she couldn't go to school because it was 'covered in something black-ish'. She is sent to school anyway, and dies later that day in an avalanche of coals from that hill that covers the entire school. This really happened. Don't ask me to prove it. I got it out of a schoolbook from a few years ago, and I'm not sure I even still have it. But I, for one, tend to trust schoolbooks (and shrinks. Am I THAT weird?)
Now we all know that Madame Zagooba (or whatever) with the crystal ball is pure crap, but I just wanted to point out a few things I find 'funny' at least (no, I don't laugh with little girls dieing in avalanches. There are many meanings to the word 'funny') I don't insinuate anything, and I don't say if preminitions exist or don't, simply because I don't know.
I realise this might sound like bull to some of you. I respect that. Please respect that it doesn't sound like (complete) bull to me.
Thank you and

Good day

Ty.

Social behaviour

Personally, I'm sick of all the stereotype shit that's running around the globe these days. Every emo wants to kill him or herself, and every goth is a neofashistic killer. Not to mention the fact that everyone with long hair who likes dressing in black is a goth. And you know why? Because one emo who commited suicide, or one guy in a long, black coat (please note how it is constantly repeated that he wore a long black coat) killed a foreign girl and her nanny. I mean, puhlease! I dress how I like to dress, you dress how you like to dress. So what?
The way I see it, there are these two simple rules: 1. You bow to noone. Do not let other people have influence on who you are, or how you behave without you wanting to.
2. Do not make others bow to you. They are their own masters as much as you are yours. Introducing someone to a lifestyle, dresscode, hobby, whatever is fine. Forcing someone in it is not.
I like long hair, you do not. So what? If we can get along well, I don't really see a problem. If we don't get along well, well... Then I suggest we leave each other alone.
You would be surprised by the sheer amount of conflicts that would be prevented if everyone read this and gave it a good thought.

Good day

Ty.

A new beginning

To those who wish to read this: welcome! The very same thing to those who don't. The idea for this blog started when my friend and I had this idea about a game. Later on we had the idea about a story. So it wasn't until recently that we thought it might be a good idea to put all these ideas in the same place: here!
He and I will swap and exchange ideas through this site. Anyone interested may join in.

Thank you.


T.