One calm autumn afternoon, a little boy decided to go for a walk in the woods.
The little boy was too distracted by the trees and flowers in the forest, and soon became lost.
Realizing he had no way back, the boy sat down underneath a tree and cried.
"What's wrong?" Came a voice from the tree.
"I'm lost and I miss my mommy and daddy," Cried the boy.
"Hmm...well, I can help you back to your house, I think." Said the voice.
"Really?" The boy stood up, feeling a little better now that he had a friend with him.
"Yes," said the voice, "but you must do something for me."
"What would that be?" said the boy, smiling up at the tree.
The trees
In truth, the mob is one of the most dangerous mentalities humanity has to offer. Individuals who have forsaken their own awareness and ability to reason in exchange for a feeling of belonging and security in numbers are described as such. Within the mob, an individual does not have to think. He does not have to worry about consequences. He is simply a part of the whole, a finger on the hand. Many lose their identities while in a group, acting according to how others behave.
People who make fun of others according to the stereotype, are usually referring to how a member of a mob acts, whether or not that person is, in fact, in the mob itself
One calm autumn afternoon, a little boy decided to go for a walk in the woods.
The little boy was too distracted by the trees and flowers in the forest, and soon became lost.
Realizing he had no way back, the boy sat down underneath a tree and cried.
"What's wrong?" Came a voice from the tree.
"I'm lost and I miss my mommy and daddy," Cried the boy.
"Hmm...well, I can help you back to your house, I think." Said the voice.
"Really?" The boy stood up, feeling a little better now that he had a friend with him.
"Yes," said the voice, "but you must do something for me."
"What would that be?" said the boy, smiling up at the tree.
The trees
In truth, the mob is one of the most dangerous mentalities humanity has to offer. Individuals who have forsaken their own awareness and ability to reason in exchange for a feeling of belonging and security in numbers are described as such. Within the mob, an individual does not have to think. He does not have to worry about consequences. He is simply a part of the whole, a finger on the hand. Many lose their identities while in a group, acting according to how others behave.
People who make fun of others according to the stereotype, are usually referring to how a member of a mob acts, whether or not that person is, in fact, in the mob itself
Current Residence: The tree in your backyard. Favourite genre of music: Working on it. Favourite photographer: see favorite artist Favourite style of art: Subliminal Shell of choice: That of a nut. Favourite cartoon character: Take a random guess Personal Quote: ...squeak?
It's been a long time since I've updated. Just never seem to get around to it. But, just so you know, I'm still here. And I'm still alive.
Though I honestly don't know why, seeing as I hardly do anything here other than exist.
Gotta love life's little mysteries, huh? ^^;