Algorithm

 "I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but"

Via the help of wikipedia i explain a physiological fallacy called  the Appeal to emotion. 


Conclusively, the appeal to emotion fallacy presents a perspective intended to be superior to reason. Appeals to emotion are intended to draw visceral feelings from the acquirer of the information. And in turn, the acquirer of the information is intended to be convinced that the statements that were presented in the fallacious argument are true; solely on the basis that the statements may induce emotional stimulation such as fear, pity and joy. Though these emotions may be provoked by an appeal to emotion fallacy, substantial proof of the argument is not offered, and the argument's premises remain invalid.


What was just explained was the reason we shell out money to watch a movie or purchase a CD. Its why you would zealously bump your head and close your eyes to music because you can relate times in your life to whats being presented almost seamlessly. Almost as if you share the same pessimistic mindset. Almost as if they know you personally. Its like Its where Marketing and your Brain work together to extract money out of your pocket. Its the reason why i bought Kid Cudi's CD. Never has a song like Track 11 hit my emotions so perseveringly in manner. Scott, i swear my own life fantasy of being named after Neil Armstrong will be evident  every time i hear something sci-fi. I swear i feel like the man on the moon sometimes.


Actually most of the the time. I don't know how long it took to land on the moon, but i know you have to be alone for a while going from earth into the unknown. My unknown happened to be a series of situations i was forced into. its not much, its not crazy, its just my life and social sacrifices i am not accustomed to. Its staying home on a Thursday night quelling my thirst is water. its working and making money and love that my car sounds so powerful as i drive to school in the morning. The same car that i don't deserve to drive. Its loving the room i left in order to become independent. its not going into detail with people about why I moved away from my apartment and back into my moms house. Its the debate we all go through in the morning. My debate starts with 2 blankets and the warmth of My bed versus my luck in the cold world. I created a monster in me. During the last few weeks it nearly embezzled me until i found out that i got a job in the summer, which ultimately sealed a job for me after i graduated. I had to celebrate. I know I'm sounding negative, but in reality i do love life and love the opportunities provided. I always stray away from the big picture, which is, i have a home, i have a family, i have clean water, and i can read.  I was given 2 eyes to read, and from reading, i can absorb so much information from libraries of literature. I'm also very young at 21 years of age i have so much to read.


This monster was dormant and somehow was vitalized when i played the cd over and over. Number 11 being the catalist i feel like it was a police description of what i would like to call my "Algorithm".

I come to this place, in the shadows, its my blog. my hideaway. Its my escape from the present. where i can share information to the seekers who seek it. and it serves as the mirror to my self. Not a reflective one that shows a smile, but an emotional recount of my beating heart. My Algorithm has been changed  a few times but sometime during the last six weeks i got a glimpse into my own way of thinking. I come back and i have one goal through it all. I want to be a Man. A REAL MAN (pinnochio voice, lol).  If i want to go to grad school as a 30 year old with my own saved money vs. a 22 year old puppet of my father, its going to be a tough decision. I hate depending on other people. I would much rather do it myself. It aggitates me to think i would be financially dependent to somebody else. it bothers me. It would bother me as a potential man to live somebody else dream. I have one life as Neil Syal. Right now its Neil Raj Syal, but i want my first name to be uninterupted.

This next part is going to be really perplexing  to explain.

Being a man is my algorithm. Its how i know frame everything from women who need a protector for our children.. To my brothers who need advice to live out their dreams. To my mother who is still protective. To the Job Recruiter who probably thinks i will do ANYTHING to have a position. Im hardwired to be this way. Going to law school is a great thing. I want to do it. but now im thinking if i were to just go and not credit myself in the world, im not only wasting my education, im spending somebody else's money. I would be in a financially dependent circumstance to my father.  Thats not a man. I want to go to law school on my terms. The JD degree behind my name would reflect my sacrifice to get there. weather it be working full time while getting it or thinking of something creative. I made the deans list a few semesters ago. While i dont think its very hard to make it there. (school is easy) I made the deans list and diddnt even shake the deans right hand because i was at disneyland washing dishes using both hands on that thursday evening. i hope the audience clapped with their hands a little extra despite my absence because that was one of two jobs needed to pay my rent for the month. everytime i look at the award i am not reminded of my 3.7 g.p.a. that semester. its deeper.

Through Maniac, i have identified my Algorithm and will continue to explore it in week 13 of School.



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