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I'd very much appreciate it if you did mine as well.

Well, that could have been worse.

Mother Mother (artist) What is your deepest fear?

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How do you feel about the current state of youtube, as a creative platform?

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I've not been able to type, very well anyway, for the past few days, because my left hand has been a touch numb from fingertips to wrist. Three days ago, I was "bumped" by a car, while crossing the street. A young lady found her cellular activity to be more important than watching out for pedestrians (or red lights, for that matter), and she only managed to stop just quickly enough to only make minor contact with me. I'm really lucky my hip and leg fared better than my hand; my biggest injury truly came from catching myself on the asphalt. To that end, she's really lucky my size elevens didn't go through her grill. After I had a screaming contested with her windshield, she politely rolled down her window and apologized. She even offered to give me a ride to my destination, which I declined based on the driving ability she had just exhibited. Still, that's not why I began writing this post. I'm quite thankful that she did stop in time, and that I'm able to make this post. I still don't really consider myself to have been in any real danger, but everyone around me assures me I was. So I've been getting close to the royal treatment, from everyone. Well, everyone except my significant other, she's pissed (not that I blame her). Really, I'm only happiest for the treatment I've received at work. For fear of a lawsuit springing from injuring my wrist further, they won't let me do hardly anything. I almost feel bad for sitting around and collecting a paycheck, but mostly I just find it all to be quite comical. Mind you, I'm not milking this at all. As I said, I don't see what the big deal is. Had I been more severely injured, I might be close to considering myself a victim of reckless driving. But I wasn't, and there are those who have suffered far worse, in such a way that has rippled and effected everyone throughout their lives. While I appreciate the concern from my loved ones, as well as the care taken at work, I see this as only something that we should make a brief note of, and then quickly move on from. I'm not petrified of crossing the street, and I'm still in one piece. Life is good. At the time, I was scared, but more-so I was angry. I very quickly got over that, and went on with my day. Had my hand not gone numb, nobody would have even known what had happened because I wouldn't have had to explain it. If people hadn't made a big deal out of it, I wouldn't have even written this post. My point, in all of this, is the simple act of being thankful. I'm thankful that woman stopped in time, and that's the end of it. People are so concerned with what could have happened, that they begin to treat me as if it had happened. That is wildly unfair to people who have been injured far worse, or even killed. Love, compassion, and showing that we care are all very important things, especially towards the people we care about the most. But they're also very simple things, they don't need to be drawn out to the point of extremes when it isn't necessary. So, in conclusion, I'm hella thankful, I love my family and friends, and I'm happy they care about me so much. It's more important to care about what we have right now, than what we could have had after an unfortunate turn of events. Also, for heaven's sake, look both ways when you're crossing. I'm being serious, man. That shit's important.

Or perhaps "Early Morning" would be a more fitting title. It's currently 5:32 a.m. at the time of writing this, and I can't say I've anything of great importance to say. Nothing particularly noteworthy happened between now and my last post. Nothing ever came of the mildly disturbing texts I received late last night, and I only worked half a shift in the afternoon, today. While today has been but a touch boring, it has left me with plenty of time to reflect on this week, so far. I have to say, everything has seemed to fall wonderfully into place. Maybe I've become more tolerant of minor setbacks, or perhaps things are just going well for me right now. Either way, I've no real reason to complain, not that I'm looking for one. Still, I can't help but marvel at the current state of things. I'm happy, really happy. But I know I could be happier. I could easily stay on the road I'm on right now, in just a few years (assuming nothing changes drastically) I would have enough success to live comfortably, with minor support from my significant other. I've no student loans to speak for right now, and my energy is equally distributed between all of the things that matter, while still leaving room for simple joys. Yet, I can't help but feel I want more. Is that greedy, or is it ambitious? Is there a difference? I don't know what to call the state of my desires, but I do know that I want to continue to pursue the arts, and I want to do what makes me happy. At that same time, I want to take care of the people I love, and I want to live a quiet, comfortably life, with those people. My girlfriend and I have spoke about this, several times. With her being a pre-dental major, she is absolutely going to make more money than I will, willing that she lands a career. We've also discussed the fact that money means little to us in the face of happiness, as our lives are already appropriately budgeted. She wants me to devote more energy into what makes me happy. I'd very much like to, but I truly can't help feel as though I'm some how letting her down in doing so. I've expressed this feeling to her, and she told me I was overthinking things. She's likely right, but it's our future. It isn't that I'm sacrificing what I want to make her happy, she's already quite content (if only we could freeze time, and live as we are). I'm just afraid that my timing will be off, that things won't fall into place correctly, and I'm afraid of a lengthy recovery time if I'm to fail. This week is like a small scale model of what I desire, but weeks like this are rare enough, let alone several years turning out this way. But in all honesty, I'm afraid of failure, and that's just plain silly. What I've come to realize, through observation of the lives around me, is that failure isn't an instant "game over." It just means you've to pick up the pieces. Very seldom is failure something that has detrimental effects on an individual's life, and in the cases that it does it's likely self wrought or generally preventable. I'm not saying that with a sense of absolution, but rather with an air of confidence based on my own course of action. Consider the businesses around today, that filed for bankruptcy decades ago; or the high school dropouts that lead happy and fairly fulfilling lives. I'm certainly not going to strive for failure, but there's no sense in me being afraid of it, especially if it means I won't be chasing my dreams. The worst thing that could happen, is I come out saying "I tried." I'll still be surrounded by people I care about, I'll still be in relatively good health, and, most importantly, I'll still be happy.

I've been playing the game, heavily modded, for a couple of years now. I actually just finished my third playthrough a month ago. This is something I'm absolutely looking forward to, As much as I'd love to see it in unreal, I can't help but feel as though the Unity engine will help it retain some of its quirky magic.

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Absolutely.

I wouldn't say I'm particularly qualified to speculate here, but I'll certainly give my two bits, since you asked. I feel that season 6 will continue to expand on the ever growing character list, with the birth of a new princess. I expect a great deal of the season to revolve around the new princess, and the crystal empire in general. I don't feel as though a new villain will be introduced, but rather we'll visit the pasts of old villains. But, what do I know? That's really all I have to contribute to the topic.

I'm not too terribly concerned. These things tend to resolve themselves.

I'm actually going to school to pursue writing, myself. It's been a long time dream of mine, and I finally have people in my life who support that dream. Which actually brings me about to my next question for you: At what point were you most uncertain of your goals in life, and what specifically caused that uncertainty?