<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:43:04.275-05:00</updated><category term='stereotypes'/><category term='humans'/><category term='sanity'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='technology'/><category term='relative'/><category term='politics'/><category term='success'/><category term='meaning'/><category term='change'/><category term='connotations'/><category term='new'/><category term='break'/><category term='anticipation'/><category term='awkward'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='relax'/><category term='details'/><category term='life'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='regrets'/><category term='misconceptions'/><category term='sex'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='problems'/><category term='intelligence'/><category term='words'/><category term='society'/><category term='view'/><category term='religion'/><category term='norms'/><category term='urges'/><category term='judgment'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='instincts'/><title type='text'>accept me or stop wasting time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-2767535037825247087</id><published>2008-08-21T22:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:17:47.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misconceptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotypes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgment'/><title type='text'>stereotypes</title><summary type='text'>When we meet new people, we think of our past experience of those who remind us of the person who we happen to be meeting. These can be examples of people we knew in real life or how people are portrayed in the many different forms of media. Stereotypes are impossible to avoid. Humans can't help but attach them to those who we don't even know. So much entertainment feeds off horrible stereotypes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/2767535037825247087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=2767535037825247087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/2767535037825247087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/2767535037825247087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/god.html' title='stereotypes'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-4246621656876506938</id><published>2008-08-20T17:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:49:36.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>new</title><summary type='text'>Doing activities that are different than normal is always difficult. Going out of your comfort zone after staying in it for so long is very awkward for anyone, but when you are forced out, meeting new people in a new environment is crucial. A new environment can be terrifying; being placed in an unfamiliar locale can distort the actions which may seem normal. And with a new environment comes new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/4246621656876506938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=4246621656876506938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/4246621656876506938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/4246621656876506938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-6725614094292770667</id><published>2008-08-19T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:48:08.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><title type='text'>meaning</title><summary type='text'>Words can have a very heavy meaning and most often do. Most humans choose their words wisely even in everyday conversation. Once we become acquainted with a person, we know what words we can use and which are prohibited. When we become closer to a person, choosing words becomes a subconscious act instead of a constant second guessing. But do we get too comfortable around people who we know with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/6725614094292770667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=6725614094292770667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/6725614094292770667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/6725614094292770667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/need-to-post.html' title='meaning'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-2579033422393055236</id><published>2008-08-18T19:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:34:09.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connotations'/><title type='text'>words</title><summary type='text'>Humans mainly communicate by talking to one another. Words have a specific meaning which is defined in the dictionary as the standard meaning as a word. This has absolutely no room for interpretation. But humans connect moods, emotions, and experience to certain words that then create either a positive or negative stamp on our minds. An explicit definition of a word is known as the denotation, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/2579033422393055236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=2579033422393055236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/2579033422393055236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/2579033422393055236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-493567506374939205</id><published>2008-08-17T06:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T07:27:19.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anticipation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>anticipation</title><summary type='text'>We have all felt the build up of emotions as a big event comes our way. Anxiety, nervousness, impatience, and worry seem to sneak in during the wait period. These feelings somehow become amplified in our wait until the commencement of whatever we may be waiting for. During the wait and increase of emotions, our minds and bodies tend to react in peculiar ways. We all know what is going to happen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/493567506374939205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=493567506374939205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/493567506374939205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/493567506374939205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/anticipation.html' title='anticipation'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-3174452827536014891</id><published>2008-08-16T01:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:56:07.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligence'/><title type='text'>technology</title><summary type='text'>Technology is a vital part of everyday life in the twenty-first century. Every household in America has at least one computer and two televisions with cable or satellite TV. Kids as young as ten have their own cell phones and are fluent in acronyms commonly used for texting and instant messaging. It seems as if everyone is constantly connected to their buddy list by the way of technology, but is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/3174452827536014891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=3174452827536014891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/3174452827536014891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/3174452827536014891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/technology.html' title='technology'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-1765038983701515114</id><published>2008-08-15T19:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:10:39.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligence'/><title type='text'>change</title><summary type='text'>I am not the same person I was a year ago. None of us are. With another year behind us, we can look back and see what has changed. Some of us have made big changes, some made bad decisions, and still some have made minor ones unwillingly. Especially prevalent in younger generations, we are changing the way we view the world we live in. As teenagers get older, change is necessary for success. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/1765038983701515114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=1765038983701515114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/1765038983701515114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/1765038983701515114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-506983544854113975</id><published>2008-08-14T19:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:00:07.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>sleep</title><summary type='text'>Sleep is necessary for everyone. A good night's rest can recharge a person to prepare them for the following day's activities. A lack of sleep can hinder every action that a person may need or want to do. We are all taught these truths from a young age, but are they true? Is it sleep that has an effect on us, or is it all in our heads? Since we are taught so much about sleep from such a young age</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/506983544854113975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=506983544854113975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/506983544854113975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/506983544854113975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-7101861124642151281</id><published>2008-08-13T19:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:58:29.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view'/><title type='text'>relative</title><summary type='text'>We have an easy time looking at the world through out own perspective, that is a given, but that is nothing special to commend. So what is praiseworthy? Trying to break free from a limited perspective that we witness everyday is what we as humans who interact with those who differ from us should strive for. It is easy to see when someone is attacking you if you are the victim, but what if you are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/7101861124642151281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=7101861124642151281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/7101861124642151281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/7101861124642151281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/relative.html' title='relative'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-768812469948692275</id><published>2008-08-12T14:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:53:31.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>freedom</title><summary type='text'>America is called land of the free, but are we really allowed to be as free as we please? I know that Americans as a whole are some of the most privileged individuals in the world, yet it seems as if my everyday life is trying to be dictated by regional norms and what is socially acceptable.I'll start with politics. Most people who live in the United States fall pretty close to the middle of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/768812469948692275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=768812469948692275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/768812469948692275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/768812469948692275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/free.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-1192506119823689964</id><published>2008-08-11T01:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:12:39.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instincts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urges'/><title type='text'>sex</title><summary type='text'>How come sex dominates everything we as humans do? Perhaps it is because of instincts of our long past prehistoric ancestors that needed motivation to further the species; it could be due to the fact that sex appeals to the inhibitions people normally hold back. If it is because of instincts, those feelings towards sex are embedded in us. We are unable to alter them. Look at some animals, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/1192506119823689964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=1192506119823689964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/1192506119823689964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/1192506119823689964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/sex.html' title='sex'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-5673992789098876451</id><published>2008-08-10T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:07:17.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>relaxation</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes we need a break from the buzz of life, no matter how full or light our schedules are. A break from what defines our life: the people, places, events, and actions. A time to sit home and just relax. A need for a mini-vacation came come suddenly, but why do these feelings overwhelm us? Perhaps too much exposure to a certain thing in too short of a time; perhaps humans just need a break in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/5673992789098876451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=5673992789098876451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/5673992789098876451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/5673992789098876451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/relaxation.html' title='relaxation'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-3906613293135453933</id><published>2008-08-09T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:33:44.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='details'/><title type='text'>control</title><summary type='text'>How is it that the littlest things usually change the way we feel the most? The minute details seem to have the biggest impact on out course of actions. If someone offers a compliment, you run on a slight high from those few simple words. A person's bitter tone can ruin a whole day. The littlest things seem to matter the most to humans, but why is this?Perhaps it is because humans tend to focus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/3906613293135453933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=3906613293135453933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/3906613293135453933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/3906613293135453933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/rollercoaster.html' title='control'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-481282114293441905</id><published>2008-08-08T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:59:59.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>vital</title><summary type='text'>Today I watched my little sister drive away in an unfamiliar truck; she was going on a date. While she left, my mom stared. When she finally decided to break the silence, my mom simply talked about how my sister just left. I could see that my mom was hurt by the whole situation, seeing as my sister is the younger one, but it still made me wonder. Why do parents try to prolong what is inevitable? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/481282114293441905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=481282114293441905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/481282114293441905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/481282114293441905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/vital.html' title='vital'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768110817461140979.post-4337201708748674311</id><published>2008-08-07T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:24:05.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>torn</title><summary type='text'>For so long, I have been forced to just keep up appearances. It seems as if I have to smile at certain people who I have been harboring a deep hatred for, look on at those I care about without doing anything about it. What is expected of me has become how I live, but that isn't how I would like to see things played out. Right now I would love to see myself break free from everything, as if to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/feeds/4337201708748674311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768110817461140979&amp;postID=4337201708748674311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/4337201708748674311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768110817461140979/posts/default/4337201708748674311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depth-of-mind.blogspot.com/2008/08/torn.html' title='torn'/><author><name>awkward and admitted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03986329618548829322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PQ4OsO9h8A/SJ5J8FCzqiI/AAAAAAAAADE/S0s95P860Jg/s1600-R/COAT!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
