<?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-3167182771407287115</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:44:26.138-07:00</updated><category term='Things Fall Apart'/><category term='Man'/><category term='Okonkwo'/><category term='Costa Rica'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Natural Selection'/><category term='Top Ten'/><category term='Chinua Achebe'/><category term='society'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='stranger'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Journey of an Anti-Conformist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167182771407287115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Autumn Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282291859237233931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ia6FW4y5sq4/SEsSK9kqIEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0zKTQwPiTWw/S220/love.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167182771407287115.post-4550355468440292400</id><published>2009-05-01T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:43:09.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Okonkwo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinua Achebe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Fall Apart'/><title type='text'>My Tribute to the Real Man</title><content type='html'>Those of you who are following this link off of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fan fiction&lt;/span&gt; probably know that I've been writing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;em&gt;A Tribute To..., &lt;/em&gt;and you've possibly read the first chapter cause that sort of relates to this. If you didn't know that...well, then go read it. Just kidding, but the point of this is that lately I've found myself wondering what 'A Real Man' is. What brought this on? In my English class we just finished reading a book called &lt;em&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chinua&lt;/span&gt; Achebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Okonkwo&lt;/span&gt;, is struggling with what he believes a real man is. He believes the real man is tough, controlling, aggressive, and powerful. Now, before I go into another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spiel&lt;/span&gt; about how screwy I think society is, I'm gonna stop myself and steal David Letterman's Top Ten List idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Ten Things I Believe a Real Man Are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fiercely Loyal&lt;br /&gt;2. Patriotic&lt;br /&gt;3. Passionate&lt;br /&gt;4. Conspicuous&lt;br /&gt;5. Strong, but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; physically speaking&lt;br /&gt;6. Dynamic&lt;br /&gt;7. A Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;8. Non-Stoic&lt;br /&gt;9. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Protector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Present &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, don't mock me. I had to come up with some good ass adjectives so this wouldn't sound like a 'Perfect Man' top ten. Anyways, I don't want this to just be my opinion. So, I encourage you to leave your own reviews and 'Real Man' top ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167182771407287115-4550355468440292400?l=journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com/feeds/4550355468440292400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167182771407287115&amp;postID=4550355468440292400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167182771407287115/posts/default/4550355468440292400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167182771407287115/posts/default/4550355468440292400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-tribute-to-real-man.html' title='My Tribute to the Real Man'/><author><name>Autumn Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282291859237233931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ia6FW4y5sq4/SEsSK9kqIEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0zKTQwPiTWw/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167182771407287115.post-876577265273362186</id><published>2009-01-25T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:51:26.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa Rica'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Travel</title><content type='html'>Haha, well, this may seem crazy, but I'm in Costa Rica.&lt;br /&gt;I notice that it's places like this that you truely find yourself. Lately I've been having trouble with that. I just don't seem to know who I am, where I fit in, and who my friends really are. Now that I'm here, I've been given time just to be myself and not worry about what everyone else think. Sometimes I'm able to do this at home. It'll take me about twenty minutes to get into this sort of 'zone' where I space out and think about what makes me, me.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been given time to get away from certain guy problems. I told him I like him and haven't gotten a response. Should I be worried? Maybe. Should I even care? No.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now because it's...nevermind, it's only 7:49, but I am TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. As always, reviews are encouraged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167182771407287115-876577265273362186?l=journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com/feeds/876577265273362186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167182771407287115&amp;postID=876577265273362186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167182771407287115/posts/default/876577265273362186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167182771407287115/posts/default/876577265273362186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-of-travel.html' title='Thoughts of Travel'/><author><name>Autumn Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282291859237233931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ia6FW4y5sq4/SEsSK9kqIEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0zKTQwPiTWw/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167182771407287115.post-8935493955206837131</id><published>2008-10-31T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:27:26.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natural Selection'/><title type='text'>One of Life's Questions</title><content type='html'>I often find myself wondering, "Am I insane, or is everyone else, the ones that society calls 'normal', the insane ones?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my beliefs, being normal is overrated. Why be like everyone else, a face in the crowd, just another John or Jane Doe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural selection teaches that the ones that adapt best to the enviroment survive. Is this true? Has mankind really stooped so low as to shun strangers? Not so long ago it was considered rude to turn away a hungry/thristy/homeless man. Now it's considered normal. That homeless man you passed on the way home that asked for food, what did you give him? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds like an exam question. I guess it is, but you don't have to answer it. Just keep ignoring the outsider, stranger, foreigner. Society is xenophobic (get a dictionary). We can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167182771407287115-8935493955206837131?l=journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com/feeds/8935493955206837131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167182771407287115&amp;postID=8935493955206837131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167182771407287115/posts/default/8935493955206837131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167182771407287115/posts/default/8935493955206837131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeyofananti-conformist.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-lifes-questions.html' title='One of Life&apos;s Questions'/><author><name>Autumn Rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282291859237233931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ia6FW4y5sq4/SEsSK9kqIEI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0zKTQwPiTWw/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
