Miles

I was 6 years old (though, my birthday is September 20th, so 9 days later I'd have been 7). My mother worked at the school, at that time she was a recess aide (now currently she's a Title 1 Reading Aide). I myself cannot recall the specifics, but I do believe some few years ago I asked my mom about it, and if I remember correctly, I believe when it happened we were outside at recess. I think one of the teachers ran outside and gathered the recess aides up and quickly told them about the first plane. I do not think the teachers had the tv on for everyone, but I think they were in the teachers lounge watching it. Of course, class went on as normal, but with the teachers' minds all wrapped up in what was going on, they were distracted with their thoughts whilst teaching. As a child of such a young age, I'd not have been able to comprehend the events that occurred that day. I don't know if my mom told me about it or not. But if she did, of course, it would have quickly left my mind (ergo, it went over my head). Fast forward 13 years later to present day. I'm 19 soon to be 20, and have watched many documentaries about 9/11. Despite how I'm normally verbose, I really can't say much about this besides what's already been said. I guess one thing I could say, a thought that I have... pertaining to the survivors of the attack... I wouldn't doubt that some of them, to this day, still haven't fully grasped everything that happened. I can imagine that, some might recall that day as having felt like a nightmare (literally, in that they felt it wasn't reality, even thought it obviously was). To think back to that day, for some, might be like remembering a dream. It's just such a devastating thing that, in their minds, the cusps of reality might not have clicked with events they lived through. Confusion. Dismay... I wouldn't even doubt that some of them just outright cannot remember much from that day, besides the footage that is available. I say this because the brain sometimes tries to erase bad memories, because sometimes remembering everything would be too much for some to handle. Now, all of this being said, I do think that majority could likely recall that day as if it were yesterday.

Oh wow, I totally forgot about this aspect! I remember first learning about the uncanny valley from VSauce on YouTube, and it was very interesting. So, you do make a good point. But, for this aspect to occur, the implication must be given that your conscience would carry over previous muscle memory from the sex that you were before. Obviously, the question does not answer whether or not this is the case, since it's just hypothetical. We can safely assume the question implies that you would still be yourself, in that, you still retain your knowledge, but it does not tell whether or not your conscience would retain the muscle memory that could possibly cause the uncanny valley aspect to occur. Either way, I still stick by my first answer, with the new revision added that if muscle memory was retained in my conscience, then I'd likely want to switch back [to being the real me; male] much sooner. Because, the uncanny valley triggers an onset of a whole different emotion, separate from all the rest. If someone is unfamiliar with the concept, an explanation that I could give would be a compare/contrast to the feeling of Deja Vu. Except, instead of feeling like the situation you're currently in is one that feels weird due to you thinking that the exact situation has occured (thus causing the Deja Vu, which in a computer-science-y manner I would say to be like an error in continuation similar to recursion [stuck in a loop; limbo]), the uncanny valley would feel like a situation where it's uncomfortable because at the same time it feels real, it feels like something is totally, horribly "off" in that your reality currently feels in some manner totally inconsistent with everything you've experienced previously (computer-science-y explanation: like attempting to simultaneously run two+ instances of a program but trying to make one of the instances a separate version from the rest [which, won't work, causing an error that corrects itself by instead running the current version of the program again, which of course, is not what you wanted to occur]). Sorry for the convoluted, slightly run-on structure of my explanations. It's just that, some things are so hard to explain in a simple manner, and thus, I have no other way but to explain it the way I did.

Normally, I wouldn't post to something like this. Reason being, my introverted-ness... my deep thought/emotions/feelings/secrets are things I would normally keep inside my head. But... You know what... I'm in a good mood. So, why not? Would I change my sex (ehem, sorry, but using the term "gender" is different - gender is mental; sex is biological/physical) for a day? Nah. For an hour or two? Yeah. I would. I wouldn't want to be around anyone, though; I'd want to be totally alone. Mainly because I would want to be able to focus on myself without outside distraction. Slightly/Partially for... other reasons... *cough cough* ... Why, and/or for what pre-determined reasons? Well, in and of itself, just to see what it feels like. To see what kind of differences there are that I can feel physically. Scientists say that male brains have a better center for visual/spatial orientation (for which they say follows the hunter role; geography); and that females have, 1. larger emotion centers (which would be one of the main things I'd be testing for, since, I'm a male who is already sensitive emotionally, so it could be possible that I, as a male, somehow already have a larger than normal emotion center [for a male] - and so I would try to trigger emotional responses to feel the difference); and 2. better language centers (for which they say might be due to the fact that females were thought to talk more as gatherers, as opposed to male hunters needing to keep quiet as to not scare away the prey). And, admittedly again, for, uh, other reasons, *ehem* ... But, in the end, I know I'd not want to just stay female... I would want to only be female for no longer than a few hours. Only because I like who I am; I was born male; and God made me male.

I cheated... [cntrl + f] "6" LOL. Here's a better, more zoomed in pic for those that want to have one last chance before cheating like I did, lol: See it yet?

This topic is really hard for me, in and of itself... emotionally. I just really, really, really don't like talking about death or dying. And, I know I shouldn't be, since I'm Christian... but... nonetheless, it's just my natural self's instinctual reaction to dislike talking about death. It makes me think about... some people who have passed... and then it makes me think about how much it would hurt to see other loved ones pass. I just... I'm really bad at handling my emotions when death is the subject. --- *Instant chills, and almost instant tears, but I held them back* *And, there comes the tears...* --- *Sigh* ... Yes, it's very much a psychological trap. I have similar feelings on this as you do, ARagY. That being, that I went back and forth like 27 times within 5 seconds of what I'd want. And, I basically use the same reasoning you do to come to a conclusion, finally. If my parents were to outlive me, they'd lose all the care for anything they've ever had, and fall quickly... *Allllrighty then, I'm fu--king done with that thought, I can't take it... Nope... I'm done with it....* --- *Note to self - get more tissues next time you go to the store* Okay, time to answer this question once and for all. Leonardo DiCaprio. Lol, why, you ask? I could... have more time... in my dreams... To pray... *And, cue the tears again...* To pray for my family... and my friends... And then to pray for myself... Then, to pray for my emotions to come to at ease from knowing everything was gonna be okay... --- I'm sorry everyone, for being such a sap. I just have really strong emotions, many just branching out of the love I have for others. And so, my emotions tend to get the best of me sometimes.

Hands down, no question about it... I'm introverted.

Oh yes, indeed. But, it'll still never come as close to the levels of classic-ness of these...

Pshhh, I remember Numa Numa. And, I know the original song that sparked the whole Numa Numa thing; Dragostea Din Tei: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0ZLrdFd11g *cough* One up'd *ehem* --- Fortunately, or unfortunately, whichever one that may be, I've seen the Shrek videos. Gotta say, the first one was the best.

Ok. So... I already see something that should really always be said as a given: the definition of some words aren't always textbook; some are theoretical and may differ from person to person. Now, that being said. The way I have always understood "Luck," "Coincidence," and "Random" is as follows: I believe that luck is not a general concept, but rather, that it is specific to each own individual. For instance, I very much like the two phrases, "just my luck" and "as luck would have it." I feel that someone's luck is a compilation of their past scenario's outcomes, be them positive or negative. They each amount together and result in one's understanding of how they usually have done with [something] and if they're chances are any good. Luck thus, is your own understanding of your past outcomes, and how you can derive the possible chances of something you might be about to do. And, I guess, in the sense that I make it, it's not really superstitious. Coincidence is just when two things "just so happen" to occur at the same time, seemingly making the experience twice as powerful. Ergo, "The fun has been doubled." But I don't see them as special. They occur naturally. Random just means unplanned, in my book. Something that you choose, something that happened, without pre-planning. --- Oh Jeric, you never cease to surprise me with your awesome posts! Want to know what's crazy? I have always thought about that "series of events" all summing up to one's current self, but I never knew the word for it! Now I know; Serendipity. I believe in that completely. I mean, I wouldn't be on this site right now, if not for my [current roommate] friend having used the phrase "ponies" in Skype as an interjection to actually just mean "what's up?" LOL! He's not, and wasn't ever a brony - I asked him. His use of the word was irrelevant to MLP. But, you see, after I questioned him about it, it was like self-inception - the idea had just been planted in my head. At the time, I knew very little about MLP. I only knew small stuff, like, for one, that some show existed with ponies (haha), and I also think I knew of the "mods asleep; post ponies" meme with Rainbow Dash. So, despite him not being a brony, it was like the seed was already planted in my head. I had the sudden urge to look up what the show was called. Easily done, of course. Then I read a little about it... And at that time, my curiosity was booming, I actually wanted to give it a try. The Pilot Episodes were all it took. That's just one tiny little thing that effectively grew into one huge thing. Serendipity? Definitely. Luck? Irrelevant.

Growing up from elementary school all the way through high school, I always had the same group of tight friends. Sure, I was a bit more nomadic in junior high, but, at those ages, with all the crazy stuff that goes on in the body, curiosity was bound to find itself in me. Come high school, I knew, and had known, who my real friends were. The same kids I played at recess with in elementary school were the same kids I stood next to in high school. We were band geeks. Theatre/Drama (play) geeks, too. Then college... gosh... leaving home tore me apart my freshman year. I mean, my hometown had a population of 2,500 people; a high school of ~250, and my grad class had like 43 classmates. Everything in town was right off main street (speaking business-wise). ONE set of stoplights, smack-dab in the very middle of town. 2 gas stations (both Casey's). A local grocer (IGA/County Market). A dollar store (Dollar General). Lol, then they were probably 7 [small] bars as well as 7 churches. Going from the country-life, where everything was just much simpler, to campus-life in a big city... damn. It was hard. I wound up just not being able to make friends very well. Part of it being my own introversion, and half-unwillingness to let-in. Part of it just being the simple fact that, I was quite different from the usual crowd there. Hell, I was told by one of my instructors that I had harsh "R's" (speaking in terms of accent/dialect, I had a slight drawl [naturally] with a heavier emphasis on words with R's in them). What a city-slicker - that's what I thought to myself at first about her - but then I realized something... She was right. I did have an accent. So, from then on, I subconsciously started losing the accent, because... honestly, I don't know. I guess it bugged me to be so noticeable. Now I've just started my sophomore year. All in all, though there are some "acquaintances" of mine in class... I've really only made 2 close friends. --- Online, the boundaries are pushed away. I can just say what I honestly mean, and say it the way I want it to be heard. I'm glad I found this site. When I first became a brony, I didn't know about this site... and after a few months, I was itching to find people to talk to about it, but because I was, and still am, an internet-only-brony ("in the stable" per se), I had no where to go, no one to talk to. Then I finally found this site... I thought to myself "Hmm... this might just be it." ... and it was. I've come to learn that I don't need to be so withheld, so hesitant; I can speak my true thoughts here. I can let what I feel to be my own element of honesty shine. In doing so, I've found companionship and comradery; I've found friends. And, damn, does it feel good. I was tired of being so numb, I needed to open up, allow my emotions their time to flow. In my opinion, the majority of the folks on here really do love and tolerate. Maybe a few don't, but you know what, that's fine. To each their own. Friendship is magic.

Oh wow, Tekken is my favorite fighting game of all time! I don't play much, anymore. I don't play video games in general much anymore. But, I'd like talking casually about the games. I started with Tekken Tag Tournement 1; then Tekken 4; then Tekken Tag Tournement 2. Wow, I can literally HEAR the music playing in my head from those games right now. My Favorite character all of time was Hwoarang, alone he was awesome if you knew how to use him. So many combinations of moves... and when used in a Tag Team with his instructor Baek, they were a kick-ass team.

I can never decide on just one color. Usually, it would depend on my mood at the time. But, it's between blue and green most of the time. The specific shades? For green, the shade of Applejack's eyes, just like mine: For blue, I like it dark - see the background on my profile page.

NICE! What color? And, are you gonna keep it legal?

AMC, eh? I love the Javelin: Oh man, I'd love to have one of those... --- As for talking about value - meh, it's more of a personal taste thing for me. If I were offered two cars to choose one for free, and the one I wanted was of lesser value, I'd either choose the more valuable one and sell it, to get the one I wanted, or just pick the one I wanted from the start.

I second this. And also say, I too am a gearhead. Admittedly, I have to ask you @@CSlayer1064, why you don't have an option for trucks? Lol, nonetheless, while I do like 'Cudas, I'd say (to correct your year for you) to go with a '69 Boss Mustang. If you were aiming for Mopar, then at least you picked a good one with asking about the 'Cuda though. Then you could always look at the Chevy Malibu of the late 60s, early 70s. I tried not to show any bias... but I'll admit I'm a Ford guy, then Chevy, then Mopar... But, I don't hate, anything. I'd tip my hat to you if you were asking about classic imports like the Datsun Fairlady Z (*hnnngg I so love those*) or something of the like.