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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 12:22 pm
 As the comic clearly states, there are times, when we shed our child like days, and become grown ups. But what exactly, should this mean? Does it mean we lose our innocence, as people? Are simple, childish joys beyond us, as we grow? What of the things we held dear, as children? For me...my innocence was robbed from me, before I could even appreciate it, so there isn't much I can say on the subject...
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 1:21 pm
I like to think I still have some innocence even in the face of the cold reality of the human condition. Then again, so does George Carlin so I hear, so innocence probably isn't a good idea of maturity...
Sexually though I've been a perv since I was twelve, before it was fashionable to be a young perv biggrin .... Admittedly part of this is stupid things I've done sweatdrop .
Either way, though... I'm not entirely sure what you mean by 'innocence' in this context.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 3:13 pm
NekoIncChan I like to think I still have some innocence even in the face of the cold reality of the human condition. Then again, so does George Carlin so I hear, so innocence probably isn't a good idea of maturity... Sexually though I've been a perv since I was twelve, before it was fashionable to be a young perv biggrin .... Admittedly part of this is stupid things I've done sweatdrop . Either way, though... I'm not entirely sure what you mean by 'innocence' in this context. I mean innocence, in general terms. The way the cartoon portrays it, unknowing of another's touch. unknowing of the world's ways, so on, and so forth.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:49 pm
I was never really innocent, only ignorant. I didn't really understand or appreciate the life I was able to lead, nor could I understand many things very easily when I broke out of that sheltered life.
I discovered masturbation at 4 or 5. I only learned, years later, that it was supposedly "bad" when I got caught doing it by my mother (who is a crazy b***h who likes to spy on people in the middle of the night because she's psycho like that).
I also thought of concepts that were never taught to me; sometimes I think we have innate knowledge, or at least the ability to fake an innate knowledge of important societal things, like death, religion, and other such things.
I've never been religious. I've never believed wholeheartedly in a god hanging around in the sky, but I've always thought it was quite the fantastic idea; quite a wonderful idea to have someone who will always take care of you and love you for eternity.
But life just doesn't work that way.
We learn that love is precious simply BECAUSE it can be taken away, either by accident, on purpose, or through separation (permanent or fleeting).
We always have a concept of love being able to disappear; every time a mother goes into another room, infants (because they have no concept of time/space yet) start to cry because they literally believe that their mothers have ceased to exist. This fear carries on for our whole lives; people ceasing to exist to us and changing in ways that make them different people.
It's scary as hell, and there are really no hard and fast answers to most everything. Even the laws of physics have addendum's.
So yeah, innocence was never something I felt I had to get rid of because I became an adult. If you think of innocence as the feelings of enjoying something simply because you enjoy it, you understand innocence.
However, I would never say that I would prefer to go back to my days of utter ignorance and self-centered way of life.
I prefer seeing things with my eyes open; it's so much clearer and you appreciate the beauty so much more.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 5:16 am
Oni-Angel I was never really innocent, only ignorant. I didn't really understand or appreciate the life I was able to lead, nor could I understand many things very easily when I broke out of that sheltered life. I discovered masturbation at 4 or 5. I only learned, years later, that it was supposedly "bad" when I got caught doing it by my mother (who is a crazy b***h who likes to spy on people in the middle of the night because she's psycho like that). I also thought of concepts that were never taught to me; sometimes I think we have innate knowledge, or at least the ability to fake an innate knowledge of important societal things, like death, religion, and other such things. I've never been religious. I've never believed wholeheartedly in a god hanging around in the sky, but I've always thought it was quite the fantastic idea; quite a wonderful idea to have someone who will always take care of you and love you for eternity. But life just doesn't work that way. We learn that love is precious simply BECAUSE it can be taken away, either by accident, on purpose, or through separation (permanent or fleeting). We always have a concept of love being able to disappear; every time a mother goes into another room, infants (because they have no concept of time/space yet) start to cry because they literally believe that their mothers have ceased to exist. This fear carries on for our whole lives; people ceasing to exist to us and changing in ways that make them different people. It's scary as hell, and there are really no hard and fast answers to most everything. Even the laws of physics have addendum's. So yeah, innocence was never something I felt I had to get rid of because I became an adult. If you think of innocence as the feelings of enjoying something simply because you enjoy it, you understand innocence. However, I would never say that I would prefer to go back to my days of utter ignorance and self-centered way of life. I prefer seeing things with my eyes open; it's so much clearer and you appreciate the beauty so much more. Eloquently put, Oni. Over the years, I've never been able to grasp innocence, because life served me knowledge of things hard and fast, and it's left me with a lot of emotional road rash, that to this day, has only begun to heal up. But with time, I've come to understand, that knowledge of the things we find joy in, shouldn't take away from the enjoyment we find in them, but add to them, and further enrich our jot with the things we like to play with. And as she said, we only realize how precious love can be, when we lose grip on it, or have yet to know it, for quite some time. An example of this happened tonight, as I peeled away the scab that had grown on my knee. For the first time, well, ever, I saw my sister actually take time, to try and tend to my wound, wrapping cotton on my leg, and over the scar. I still can't get over that, and further enforced my theory, that no matter how cruel people can seem to be, they are also capable of showing kindness, or sympathy, or any other human emotion. It just takes more extreme circumstances for some to bring it out, than it does for others. I remember back in my younger days, I was completely withdrawn from society, and was extremely hesitant to show my vulnerabilities to others, even those I should have considered close. This was compacted, when one of the first real relationships I've ever had, fell apart and crumbled, right before my eyes. I had convinced myself, that I didn't want to experience such pain again, and that I didn't want to get that deeply involved with anyone for a long time. At least, not over the internet. Then came that fateful early November morning... I had met Rokoko for the first time, and at first I treated her, like I did everyone I meet: with kindness, and care. This triggered nothing within me, but it apparently touched her so much, she quickly considered me a friend. And in 7 days, she showed small signs here and there, that she had an interest in me, deeper than just friends. She let herself sleep, while leaning against me, she touched me, right after she said, "I can't keep my hands, off the things I want...", she even got me to enjoy myself a little. I knew it was only the net, and I knew full well, it could've been a boy on the other end, or someone that was only seeking to play with my emotions, but still, I could never shake the feelings she caused within me. I dunno if it was her boldness, her bravery, or something else, but the night before I laid it all on the line, she straight out told me... Rokoko ...even a nice guy can't be too shy, because if he never makes his feelings known, the girl of his dreams could slip away. After that, I knew I had to do something, and turned to my journal, to let out everything this girl had stirred within me. After a period of calming, I saw her again, and knew I either had to just let it go, and be satisfied with being friends with her, and show her my heart, and risk being deeply wounded, emotionally. I finally decided to with the latter path, and to my utmost surprise, she held feelings for me, as well. And as more time passed, from that moment, my devotion to her only ran deeper, and grew stronger. She was able to do, what most everybody else in my life had utterly failed to do, and drew me out of my shell. And my emotions for her, intensified everything I did, creatively, and got me to become bolder, and braver, in my pursuits. She did so much for me, as a person, I honestly don't know what I can do, to repay her. But I do this, though, I owe her my life, as it stand now, and I will be forever in her debt. She's brought me so much joy, and happiness, that I now seek, to bring those same emotions to her, through whatever means necessary. Even though we're states apart, even though we may not see each other for a long, and even though she's deeply entrenched in her studies, she taught me what it was like to be innocent again, and showed me how to enjoy life for what it is, and to savor every moment I have. And for that, I will swear to bring as much joy to her as possible, for she, in no way, does not need to repay me, to do anything for me. She is a kind, caring, wonderful person, willing to listen to, and help me with my troubles, and she loves me for who I am, not just what I do. That is worth more to me, than any diamond, gaming rig, or video game in this world.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 10:01 am
Oh, was that the last comic of Calvin and Hobbes? That's kinda sad, looking at it.
Anyways, I think, in a lot of ways, there are some things that we view as 'innocence' that is really not innocence. Like Oni, I 'discovered' masturbation at a young age, but didn't realize what it was until I was 12 or so. Quite frankly, 'sexual innocence' is probably merely not seeking the use of people for sexual purposes, rather than not having sexual feelings, as, from what I know, it is fairly common for young children to have sexual desires.
I would likewise have to agree that 'innocence' is a sort of 'ignorance', but in some ways, a more necessary form of it. My ability to still imagine comes from this time of 'innocence', of not knowing what could not possibly be real, and of wishing I could go into that book and be a character, interact with the characters.
So, even if the joys of this imagination become less clear with time, the change of alleged 'innocence' to its lack are very important in forming a person's creativity.
I think, at least.
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