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“It’s really not a matter of right and wrong,” Mr. Whittier would say. Really, there is no wrong. Not in our own minds. Our own reality. You can never set off to do the wrong thing. You can never say the wrong thing. In your own mind, you are always right.
Every action you take–what you do or say or how you choose to appear–is automatically right the moment you act.
Mr. Whittier says, “Even if you were to tell yourself, ‘Today I’m going to drink coffee the wrong way…from a dirty boot.’ Even that would be right, because you chose to drink coffee from that boot.”
Because you can never do nothing wrong. You are always right.
Even when you say, “I’m such an idiot, I’m so wrong…” you’re right. You’re right about being wrong. You’re right even when you’re an idiot.
“No matter how stupid your idea,” Mr. Whittier would say, “you’re doomed to be right because it’s yours.”
Chuck Palaniuk - Haunted.
Every action you take–what you do or say or how you choose to appear–is automatically right the moment you act.
Mr. Whittier says, “Even if you were to tell yourself, ‘Today I’m going to drink coffee the wrong way…from a dirty boot.’ Even that would be right, because you chose to drink coffee from that boot.”
Because you can never do nothing wrong. You are always right.
Even when you say, “I’m such an idiot, I’m so wrong…” you’re right. You’re right about being wrong. You’re right even when you’re an idiot.
“No matter how stupid your idea,” Mr. Whittier would say, “you’re doomed to be right because it’s yours.”
Chuck Palaniuk - Haunted.
- 100 Round The Bends
- All For Believing
- Angela
- Any Day Now
- Around You #
- Beautiful Mind #
- Be Careful #* {Patti Griffin}
- Blind Winter
- Burn #* {Ray LaMontagne}
- Casualty
- Cry Me A River #* {Julie London}
- Dancing Dirt Into The Snow
- Don't Ever
- Drop The Mirror
- Drowning #
- Dusty Road
- Falling
- Forgive Me
- Funny How Time Slips Away #* {Willie Nelson}
- Going North
- Greed For Your Love
- Had Me A Girl #* {Tom Waits}
- Hold Me Tight
- Katie
- Laid #* {James}
- Leave A Note
- Moses #* {Patti Griffin}
- Nightminds
- Nightminds (Dave Higgins Remix) ~
- Peachy
- Pricked With A Pin #
- Scar
- Secret
- Simple Things #
- Steer
- Stuff And Nonsense * {Split Enz}
- Sugarcane
- Ten Days
- The Battle
- The Cactus That Found The Beat
- The River
- The Sound Of White
- The Sound Of White (Bluegrass Version) #
- The Special Two
- The Wrong Girl
- They Weren't There
- Too Much For One Bed #
- This Is How It Goes
- Unbroken
- Under The Milky Way #* {The Church}
- Warm Whispers
- Where I Stood
- You Just Like Me Cos I'm Good In Bed * {Skyhooks}
# = Unreleased/Non-Album Or Live Track
* = Cover
~ = Written/Composed By Dave Higgins (Missy's Brother)
families like mine dont usually get to go on holidays to the beach. you see, mum and dad never really liked the beach much. dad always
hated it, and mum said it was too hot anyway. dad's the boss of the family. me and mum always do what he says.
liz, one of my friends, says dad is chauvenistic, whatever that means. she always uses big words like that.
anyway, back to the story, dad said a friend of his had a holiday house on the beach. he wanted to know if me and mum wanted to go
there for a week. of course, we said yes. when dad asks something, you dont really have a choice. i was excited, i had never been to the
beach before. that night we packed, and the next day we drove off.
it wasnt terribly exciting, the beach house. it was a weatherboard shack, with a tin roof, that was starting to get rusty. the door creaked,
the floorboards were dirty, and the walls of the house were a covered in a sickly green wallpaper that had flowers on it. in some places,
the wallpaper was peeling off. clearly, the house had seen better days.
my room must have been the worst room in the house. altough it was fairly big, it smelt funny and the bed was all hard and
uncomfortable. the window also didn't open properly, so the room was very stuffy. there was also a huge blob on the wallpaper. dad said
it was water damage. to me, it looked like a big ugly face, its pouchy little eyes following me everywhere i went. i hated my room, and i
hated that face. i decided i would get rid of it during my week here.
i had the days to myself mostly. dad always decided what he and mum were going to do for the day. they set off early, dad, all burly and
big, and mum beside him, following him eagerly like a dog follows its owner. when mum and dad left for the day, i got to work.
(dunno what to put in the middle)
thats how my parents found me, collapsed on the floor, my hands covered in sticky red slippery stuff. although by then it had dried and
went all dark red. they took me to the hospital, the psychiatric ward. i didnt know why i was there. the face followed me there, laughing
at me evilly. even today, it mocks me. i still dont know why i'm here, in the psychiatric ward. i dont think i'm crazy. Do you?
hated it, and mum said it was too hot anyway. dad's the boss of the family. me and mum always do what he says.
liz, one of my friends, says dad is chauvenistic, whatever that means. she always uses big words like that.
anyway, back to the story, dad said a friend of his had a holiday house on the beach. he wanted to know if me and mum wanted to go
there for a week. of course, we said yes. when dad asks something, you dont really have a choice. i was excited, i had never been to the
beach before. that night we packed, and the next day we drove off.
it wasnt terribly exciting, the beach house. it was a weatherboard shack, with a tin roof, that was starting to get rusty. the door creaked,
the floorboards were dirty, and the walls of the house were a covered in a sickly green wallpaper that had flowers on it. in some places,
the wallpaper was peeling off. clearly, the house had seen better days.
my room must have been the worst room in the house. altough it was fairly big, it smelt funny and the bed was all hard and
uncomfortable. the window also didn't open properly, so the room was very stuffy. there was also a huge blob on the wallpaper. dad said
it was water damage. to me, it looked like a big ugly face, its pouchy little eyes following me everywhere i went. i hated my room, and i
hated that face. i decided i would get rid of it during my week here.
i had the days to myself mostly. dad always decided what he and mum were going to do for the day. they set off early, dad, all burly and
big, and mum beside him, following him eagerly like a dog follows its owner. when mum and dad left for the day, i got to work.
(dunno what to put in the middle)
thats how my parents found me, collapsed on the floor, my hands covered in sticky red slippery stuff. although by then it had dried and
went all dark red. they took me to the hospital, the psychiatric ward. i didnt know why i was there. the face followed me there, laughing
at me evilly. even today, it mocks me. i still dont know why i'm here, in the psychiatric ward. i dont think i'm crazy. Do you?
The guards had uniforms, clubs, whistles, handcuffs, and reflective sunglasses. Deindividuation was an important part of the experimental process.
FINDINGS:
The guards grew increasingly tyrannical. They woke prisoners in the night and got them to clean the toilets with their bare hands. Some of the guards volunteered to work extra hours without pay. The participants appeared to forget that they were acting, even when they were unaware that they were being watched they played their roles. Five prisoners had to be released early because of extreme depression and anxiety. In fact, the experiment was ended after 6 days, despite the intention to continue for twice that.
CONCLUSIONS:
This study appears to demonstrate that both guards and prisoners conformed to their social roles. Participants’ behaviour was the result of normative social influence. In terms of the original aims of the experiment, we can conclude that situational explanations of the behaviour of prison guards appear to be more appropriate than dispositional ones, because ‘ordinary’ students all too easily became brutal prison guards when placed in the right setting.
Note that it is probably more accurate to say that the participants complied rather than showed true conformity (internalisation) since they probably did not change their personal beliefs.
Zimbardo suggested that two processes can explain the prisoners’ final ‘submission’. First, the process of deindividuation. The prisoners lost their sense of individuality because of what they wore. The guards also wore uniforms and, in this case, it freed them from the normal constraints to behave humanely. They followed the perceived role of a prison guard. Both conformed to social roles.
FINDINGS:
The guards grew increasingly tyrannical. They woke prisoners in the night and got them to clean the toilets with their bare hands. Some of the guards volunteered to work extra hours without pay. The participants appeared to forget that they were acting, even when they were unaware that they were being watched they played their roles. Five prisoners had to be released early because of extreme depression and anxiety. In fact, the experiment was ended after 6 days, despite the intention to continue for twice that.
CONCLUSIONS:
This study appears to demonstrate that both guards and prisoners conformed to their social roles. Participants’ behaviour was the result of normative social influence. In terms of the original aims of the experiment, we can conclude that situational explanations of the behaviour of prison guards appear to be more appropriate than dispositional ones, because ‘ordinary’ students all too easily became brutal prison guards when placed in the right setting.
Note that it is probably more accurate to say that the participants complied rather than showed true conformity (internalisation) since they probably did not change their personal beliefs.
Zimbardo suggested that two processes can explain the prisoners’ final ‘submission’. First, the process of deindividuation. The prisoners lost their sense of individuality because of what they wore. The guards also wore uniforms and, in this case, it freed them from the normal constraints to behave humanely. They followed the perceived role of a prison guard. Both conformed to social roles.
Yeah, basically all the "guards" just became more and more tyrannical. AFter they'd had to withdraw 5 out of 10 prisoners early it all just got even worse. By the 5th night the "guards" were simulating sodomy with the "prisoners" for humiliation's sake. It's quite scary really to think that 'ordinary' people have it in them to behave that way. It's very interesting - Zimbardo (the American psychologist who conducted the experiment) recently acted as a witness in the trial of an American guard who was being tried for inhumane behaviour at Abu Grabe. Zimbardo argues that it isn't the man's fault, he isn't evil, but the situation he was put in by his superiors made him act that way.
Heavy stuff.
Heavy stuff.
Despite not getting a massive amount of votes in the poll, I've decided to go ahead with this anyway. That and once I heard about Smile Power Day (15th June) from here (have fun looking up your birthday BTW!) I knew it had to be then if possible!
Thank God for the AfterDarkForums!
Thank God for the AfterDarkForums!
Said, I promise to never fall in love with a stranger
You're all I'm thinkin' of, I praise the Lord above
For sending me your love, I cherish every hug
I really love you
And all my life, baby, baby, I've prayed for someone like you,
And I thank God that I, that I finally found you, baby
All my life I've prayed for someone like you
And I hope that you feel the same way too
Yes, I pray that you do love me
You're all that I ever known
When you smile, on my face, all I see is a glow
You turned my life around
You picked me up when I was down
You're all that I ever known
When you smile on your face all I see is a glow
You picked me up when I was down
You're all that I ever known
When you smile on your face all I see is a glow
You picked me up when I was down
And I hope that you feel the same way too
Yes I pray that you do love me too
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You're all I'm thinkin' of, I praise the Lord above
For sending me your love, I cherish every hug
I really love you
And all my life, baby, baby, I've prayed for someone like you,
And I thank God that I, that I finally found you, baby
All my life I've prayed for someone like you
And I hope that you feel the same way too
Yes, I pray that you do love me
You're all that I ever known
When you smile, on my face, all I see is a glow
You turned my life around
You picked me up when I was down
You're all that I ever known
When you smile on your face all I see is a glow
You picked me up when I was down
You're all that I ever known
When you smile on your face all I see is a glow
You picked me up when I was down
And I hope that you feel the same way too
Yes I pray that you do love me too
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aww vikki thats lovely 
makes me want to cry :dry:
makes me want to cry :dry:
Lmao!!!
[xx]ι ѕιт _&/ℓιѕтєи тσ єνєяуσиє єℓѕєѕ ℓσνє ѕтσяιєѕ_ &/ιм тнιикιиg тσ муѕєℓf ωнєяєѕ мιиє?</3 says:
looooool
[xx]ι ѕιт _&/ℓιѕтєи тσ єνєяуσиє єℓѕєѕ ℓσνє ѕтσяιєѕ_ &/ιм тнιикιиg тσ муѕєℓf ωнєяєѕ мιиє?</3 says:
i bet she is
[xx]ι ѕιт _&/ℓιѕтєи тσ єνєяуσиє єℓѕєѕ ℓσνє ѕтσяιєѕ_ &/ιм тнιикιиg тσ муѕєℓf ωнєяєѕ мιиє?</3 says:
i mean hoping it aint a paedo
[xx]ι ѕιт _&/ℓιѕтєи тσ єνєяуσиє єℓѕєѕ ℓσνє ѕтσяιєѕ_ &/ιм тнιикιиg тσ муѕєℓf ωнєяєѕ мιиє?</3 says:
i wasnt calling *** a paedo
[xx]ι ѕιт _&/ℓιѕтєи тσ єνєяуσиє єℓѕєѕ ℓσνє ѕтσяιєѕ_ &/ιм тнιикιиg тσ муѕєℓf ωнєяєѕ мιиє?</3 says:
jst to gt dat sorted
:huh: I censored out the name :tongue:
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Quedate aqui
en mis brazos
quedate aqui
para mi,
y no me digas que me amas
no me digas que me adoras
dime solo que te quedas
una vida junto a mi
llevame por alli
llevame en tus anzias a un lugar
donde ya no tenga que jurar
donde ya no tenga que mentir
donde solo exista para ti.
y no me preguntes si te quiero
que no te preocupe lo que pienso
que yo soy completamente tuya a mi manera.
pero a Cuando quiero ser tu sue?o
yo no me conformo con tus besos
quiero darte todo lo que siento y mas que eso
EDIT:
* Lyrics for "Quedate Aqui." Translates to "Stay Here." Very sweet (but sad in my opinion) song. Basically its someone giving their lover reasons to stay with them and not leave.
en mis brazos
quedate aqui
para mi,
y no me digas que me amas
no me digas que me adoras
dime solo que te quedas
una vida junto a mi
llevame por alli
llevame en tus anzias a un lugar
donde ya no tenga que jurar
donde ya no tenga que mentir
donde solo exista para ti.
y no me preguntes si te quiero
que no te preocupe lo que pienso
que yo soy completamente tuya a mi manera.
pero a Cuando quiero ser tu sue?o
yo no me conformo con tus besos
quiero darte todo lo que siento y mas que eso
EDIT:
* Lyrics for "Quedate Aqui." Translates to "Stay Here." Very sweet (but sad in my opinion) song. Basically its someone giving their lover reasons to stay with them and not leave.
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