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There was a time...once upon a time...once upon a time, before wolfmanrec, before the time of bloggers...a time where mass chain fwds represented the ideas of the majority of the (stupid) public, typos ran rampant, and people thought with their rear ends.

This time is over now, although I will always remember it. It was my awakening to the world...the people who vote because the candidate was their cousin, the people who bring their cameras to school to break rules, the people who call themselves in the middle of a movie so others would notice.

This attitude was present in the majority of my middle school life, and now I have found it has simply upgraded, not done away with. This does not mean that there are/were others who didn't conform to this horrible way of thinking. But they were few and far between. Even those who understood how silly this way of life was...they were unwilling to give it up. It was too rewarding. Rewarding in the way they wanted. Even now many of them only understand half-way...and I am slowly realizing my influence on them is declining gradually, stereotype by stereotype.

Stereotypes were what kept these people from thinking. It was common that they would turn their ears off before you spoke; skip your email as long as it was more than two sentences. These people hated thinking like a nightmare from the past. So I was forced to approach them in new ways. I had to surprise them into thinking before they could come up with a stereotype to flush it out.

And again, there were a few times it worked. Especially those who didn't have the latest cell-phone. Not that the modern world I live in is hard to compete with. They're generally pretty excepting. But there were still others who weren't good enough. That has changed. Now there's a clique for anyone who wants to join. But I wasn't after a clique for everyone. I wanted to do away with them completely.

And so I found my plans again flawed. I tried...and tried. And yet there were still only a small minority that wished to cross over. The rest would never read this blog. The rest would never compare it to their own life.

I, after all, am only a fictional character...yes...my name is Sinetar Vylax. Some of you might recognize it. I created Sinetar to act as an influencing block outside the current stereotyped associated with me...with Sinetar, I could find and explore new places. I really wanted to find out how these people thought. It was strange...something I hadn't encountered in the same way ever before. More of this later.