Last one to post wins

[The Observer]

GLOBAL MOD WATCH OUT

 

Edit: Damn, he didn't post.

[Nexaduro]

Bows is my idol now. <3:

[Kirschen]

Bows is my idol now. <3:

 

Explain.

[Monk]

http://www.npr.org/2008/03/28/89164759/a-victim-treats-his-mugger-right

 

Good people still exist. I consider myself one of them.

 

Here's my two short stories from today.

 

Woke up to a phone call from Kendra (Who's real name is Kym, she just prefers Kendra [for whatever reason], but I'll call her Kym from now on) asking what I'm doing today. I said nothing and she said we should go to the city with our friends and I agreed. So we all get together at my friend Chazz's ex-girlfriend Alyssa's house (who is Kym's best friend) and sort everything out. We leave around 12:00 PM and head to a McDonald's to grab a quit bite before we head to the BART station. Everyone else had already ordered their food and was sitting down eating while I was in line still. A little girl in ragged clothes walked in and got in line behind me; she appeared to be entirely alone. I heard her jingling some change and it turned out to be .59 cents. I ordered my coffee and fries and stepped out of the way so she could order. I waited next to the cash register to see what the little girl was doing and she looked at me and smiled, seeming happy. She asked the older lady working the register for one of the .50 cent cookies that they sell. It turns out it's .66 cents after tax. She was heartbroken. I asked her if that's all the money she had, and she said yes, that she hadn't eaten in three days and was trying to get enough money to eat. I asked if she had any parents and she said she didn't know where they were. I grabbed her hand and took her back to the register (I had taken her aside to talk) and ordered a Happy Meal with the generic girl toy they offered, as well as a small Oreo McFlurry and gave it to her. She seemed confused, as if nobody had ever done anything like this for her. I then gave her a $50 bill and told the manager of the McDonald's to call Child Protective Services and find her parents, and buy her some new clothes with that $50. He did just that. Before we left the little girl (who's name is Kaylee) came up to me right at the door and gave me the toy she had gotten from the meal and gave me hug and a tearful thank you. I said don't worry about it, enjoy your new clothes sweetie, and left.

 

Fast-forward to about 2:30 PM -- We're in the city. I've got some loose change hanging out in my pocket and there are plenty of homeless people in the city, so I decided to give it to someone. I grabbed a Grande Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks and my friends and I headed into the main shopping area to enjoy the day and do some Christmas shopping. About fifteen minutes into our walking around, I spot a homeless man sitting on the steps with his dog, apparently asleep. Target acquired. I walk over after telling my friends to go ahead without me for a minute. I sit down next to him and gently tap him on the shoulder; not wanting to startle him. He wakes up and his dog slowly walks over to me and licks my hand. I ask him his name; it's Tom, he says, and this is Kinder, pointing at his dog. I introduce myself and grab his small empty soup can next to him and drop some change into it. God Bless, he says; and smiles weakly. We both get up and as I'm getting up I subtly pull a $100 bill from my jacket pocket and shake his hand, slipping it into his. Before he realizes what happened I pet the dog, bid farewell and start walking away. I turn my head around to see him crying and holding his dog. I tear up and sit down in a semi-secluded area of a cafe to take in what I had just done for two complete strangers not three hours apart. I never even told my friends.Sometimes I wonder if people notice things like that. Then I remember 95% of society is filled with people who only care about themselves, and that thought is promptly shoved out of my head. Good night, TIF.

 

This I think.

[Nexaduro]

Bows is my idol now. <3:

 

Explain.

Because racecar.

 

EDIT: Monkninja'd

 

BUT THOSE PLAYER CLASSES HAVE NO SYNERGY!

[The Observer]

He's everyone's idol.

[Kirschen]

After reading the whole thing, Bows actually gave me more faith in humanity than prior, which was mostly cynical.

 

He's a saint.

[blaah]

That's so cool.

[The Observer]

I actually took the time to read it now. If I had a lot of money, I would be more generous.

[Dax]

Oh my lord, she's a cactus.

[Kirschen]

Oh my lord, she's a cactus.

 

Unsure if serious or moodkilling.

[Napalm]

http://www.npr.org/2008/03/28/89164759/a-victim-treats-his-mugger-right

 

Good people still exist. I consider myself one of them.

 

Here's my two short stories from today.

 

Woke up to a phone call from Kendra (Who's real name is Kym, she just prefers Kendra [for whatever reason], but I'll call her Kym from now on) asking what I'm doing today. I said nothing and she said we should go to the city with our friends and I agreed. So we all get together at my friend Chazz's ex-girlfriend Alyssa's house (who is Kym's best friend) and sort everything out. We leave around 12:00 PM and head to a McDonald's to grab a quit bite before we head to the BART station. Everyone else had already ordered their food and was sitting down eating while I was in line still. A little girl in ragged clothes walked in and got in line behind me; she appeared to be entirely alone. I heard her jingling some change and it turned out to be .59 cents. I ordered my coffee and fries and stepped out of the way so she could order. I waited next to the cash register to see what the little girl was doing and she looked at me and smiled, seeming happy. She asked the older lady working the register for one of the .50 cent cookies that they sell. It turns out it's .66 cents after tax. She was heartbroken. I asked her if that's all the money she had, and she said yes, that she hadn't eaten in three days and was trying to get enough money to eat. I asked if she had any parents and she said she didn't know where they were. I grabbed her hand and took her back to the register (I had taken her aside to talk) and ordered a Happy Meal with the generic girl toy they offered, as well as a small Oreo McFlurry and gave it to her. She seemed confused, as if nobody had ever done anything like this for her. I then gave her a $50 bill and told the manager of the McDonald's to call Child Protective Services and find her parents, and buy her some new clothes with that $50. He did just that. Before we left the little girl (who's name is Kaylee) came up to me right at the door and gave me the toy she had gotten from the meal and gave me hug and a tearful thank you. I said don't worry about it, enjoy your new clothes sweetie, and left.

 

Fast-forward to about 2:30 PM -- We're in the city. I've got some loose change hanging out in my pocket and there are plenty of homeless people in the city, so I decided to give it to someone. I grabbed a Grande Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks and my friends and I headed into the main shopping area to enjoy the day and do some Christmas shopping. About fifteen minutes into our walking around, I spot a homeless man sitting on the steps with his dog, apparently asleep. Target acquired. I walk over after telling my friends to go ahead without me for a minute. I sit down next to him and gently tap him on the shoulder; not wanting to startle him. He wakes up and his dog slowly walks over to me and licks my hand. I ask him his name; it's Tom, he says, and this is Kinder, pointing at his dog. I introduce myself and grab his small empty soup can next to him and drop some change into it. God Bless, he says; and smiles weakly. We both get up and as I'm getting up I subtly pull a $100 bill from my jacket pocket and shake his hand, slipping it into his. Before he realizes what happened I pet the dog, bid farewell and start walking away. I turn my head around to see him crying and holding his dog. I tear up and sit down in a semi-secluded area of a cafe to take in what I had just done for two complete strangers not three hours apart. I never even told my friends.Sometimes I wonder if people notice things like that. Then I remember 95% of society is filled with people who only care about themselves, and that thought is promptly shoved out of my head. Good night, TIF.

 

This I think.

 

I didn't want to come off as an asshat so I didn't post in his thread, but his whole reasoning is "I believe in Karma, so I do good things so they come back, and I avoid back things so I'm not punished". That's not very selfless at all. I'm not saying what he did is wrong, though, he acted very nicely, but I don't think the drive behind it is the correct one.

[Nexaduro]

If humans weren't persuaded by emotional incentives, charity would not exist save in benefit to oneself.

 

Whatever name we ascribe to our drive to help others, be it Karma, guilt, altruism, etc., what matters is the act itself and the emotional idioms behind it.

[Kirschen]

That is how I typically see most "good deeds" and "acts of kindness" a lot of the time when somebody is preaching to me. When someone does a good thing expecting benefit (like volunteering to add to their record for future opportunities or "feeling good"), I cannot see it as being legitimately kind. In fact, I wonder if the reward/incentive to be kind/nice/etc was removed?

 

In a way, being a little selfish to an extent is beneficial to society whether people like it or not.

[Napalm]

If humans weren't persuaded by emotional incentives, charity would not exist save in benefit to oneself.

 

Whatever name we ascribe to our drive to help others, be it Karma, guilt, altruism, etc., what matters is the act itself and the emotional idioms behind it.

 

So it would be okay if people acted out of fear?

[The Observer]

So what is everyone doing this fine Friday night?

[Dax]

If only it was a fine Friday night, instead it's an unproductive Saturday morning.

[Napalm]

If only it was a fine Friday night, instead it's an unproductive Saturday morning.

 

Buy a jigsaw.

 

Then assemble it on Sunday.

[Napalm]

[Dax]

I'm going to go make me some food.

[Abc1230]

I feel like this new computer was a big waste of money. It's actually slower than my laptop. I mean, I can restart it and that stuff a lot faster, but everything on the internet takes forever to load and whenever I turn the monitor off/on, it's shifted a few milimeters one way and I have to manually adjust it. I do like the setup, though.

[Napalm]

That feel when I was about to look something up in youtube and I open a new tab but I already forgot what it was.

 

Dammit.

[Napalm]

r, but everything on the internet takes forever to load

 

But internet speed doesn't have anything to do with hardware specs.

[Nexaduro]

If humans weren't persuaded by emotional incentives, charity would not exist save in benefit to oneself.

 

Whatever name we ascribe to our drive to help others, be it Karma, guilt, altruism, etc., what matters is the act itself and the emotional idioms behind it.

 

So it would be okay if people acted out of fear?

'Okay' is a bit of a bad word to try responding to in this sort of a situation.

 

As I said, the whole idea is idiomatic. Unexplainable. Doing something out of fear can be of personal benefit, certainly, but if you feel forced into it...?

 

I can't say that I have enough life experience to be a judge of such things; I would say that on a basic level, yes. Done out of nothing but fear, it's not charity in the conventional sense, but in the end if it improves the life of someone else then the charity is just such.

[Dax]

THESE BELLS ARE SO TUBULAR. I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE HOW THESE BELLS ARE SO TUBULAR.