The Giant of Cryptocurrency

In March of this year, great 2017, I began a conversation with my oldest brother about the ever-growing cryptocurrency world.  It began with a simple question: "So what exactly is Ethereum?"  After that, it progressed with nothing but the utmost of interest from this very eager, unemployed 14 year old.
I began delving into this new world and experimenting with what I could invest.  Apparently there wasn't an age limit on who could invest.  This took me by extreme surprise and I continued on by asking if there was a limit on the amount you could invest.  Again, the answer was no.  Wow!  No age limit or money limit?  Could this be possible?  Why yes, it could be.  So after finally convincing my Dad that this could be a really cool experience, I proceeded to invest a mere $5.  It didn't even count up to one Ethereum, but it didn't matter.  This was an experiment...right?  I mean, I didn't really expect anything to happen.  But, lo and behold, day after day my investment grew in worth.  $5 turned into $10 then $20, and so on until I had almost $50!  After about the first month I actually slowly lost interest in what I had invested and let it sit in my account whether it be gaining or losing, it didn't really matter.  Later I opened my Coinbase app to see how much my money was worth.  Could I be seeing things?  How was that possible?!  My minuscule $5 had turned into $90!  I was so happy.  I thought about cashing out that very instant.  My finger momentarily hovered over the "sell" button while my brain comprehended what I was about to do.  No, no.  I couldn't sell without consulting my Dad.  When I did, he said it would be best to hold because what's the point of holding any money if you're just going to take it out a month or two after investing?  So I waited patiently and once again had minimal interest.  It just so happened that the next time I opened my Coinbase app to see what my money was worth, it had dived down into the $50 range again.  Ugh.  Oh well.  I'd let it just sit and rot in my account again.
Now back to present day.  What day is it again?  Oh yeah...I never want to eat a bite of food again.  It's the day after Thanksgiving.  I had been tracking my ETH more recently as it has been gradually going up into the $90's again.  I woke up at 8:50 am and wondered around my social media's for awhile before walking into the kitchen of my Grandmother and clicked on my Coinbase app.  Patiently awaiting my hopes and dreams to be crushed naturally assuming that it had dived again.  A slight sigh and a roll of the eye may have escaped my depressed body as I waited for the loading wheel to spin around.  Finally it came u--p?  Um...can I take a moment to just pass out and jump up and down from excitement?  My Ethereum...recall that I invested $5 in March...had now reached $101.83!!!  The first time it had hit $100.
Now you may be wondering, "Okay so what.  You're Ethereum hit $100 for the first time.  Good for you!  Now tell me why did you waste this five minutes of my life to tell me something I have very little (if any) care about.  Besides, this doesn't benefit me any so why would I care?"
Well my good fellow, I will tell you.  I wrote this post for anyone who may be hesitating to invest in any cryptocurrency.  First of all, don't be afraid to get advise from other people.  There are so many coins that you could invest in.  Always remember that the longer you leave your investment in your account, the better.  You're in this for the long-term profit, not the gain a dollar or two profit.  If I, a now fifteen year old unemployed teen can invest a mere $5 and gain $100, so can you!  Let this be your calling to emerge from the doubts that hold you and enter the crytpocurrency age armed with the confidences of one who has experienced the opulence.

~Embracing My Imagination One Word At a Time~
TheNerdInGlasses

You Can't Be You

What if someone told you that you could no longer be yourself.  Sounds kind of odd doesn't it?  Well in today's culture being a teenager is hard.  No, it isn't as hard as living in Venezuela with no clean water and a meal once a day, but it's difficult to know where to fit in and how.  I personally know many people who are struggling with that very thing even now!  The problem is people.  Yes, people.  They may not say it directly, but they tell you how to act and how to dress.  If you really think about it, that's the equivalent of saying you can't be you because I'm telling you to be someone different.  I think that YouTube is a big hit.  I love YouTube and use it all the time, so I'm not bashing it.  However, YouTuber's today have an extremely sharp example on teenagers.  Adults are also affected, but not in such an extreme way.  In teenager years, you are "figuring" out which way you want to go with your life.  When YouTuber's do whatever they want and say they can do it because they're adults, they have to realize that they're lives are not the only one's on the line.  
For instance, fad-setting is a biggy and sometimes even a goody, but if I could tell you the innumerable amount of fads that are big today, my blog space would be already filled.  To spare time I will only list a few: fidget spinners, slime, crop-tops, skinny-jeans, binge-watching, diets, neon, dabbing, literally all social media, the word 'literally', and so much more nonsense.  
Now if you're into this kind of stuff and actually like it, then go for it!  However, you'd be surprised how many people are doing these things because so-and-so did it.  Some fads are great, like I said, but beware of the life-changing ones.  Vape, tatoos, drugs, etc.  I know those are very extreme, but I'm just trying to get a point across here.  That point is, be yourself.  Let me pause and take a moment to reenact every Disney movie ever.  Seriously though, I don't mean to sound like some yoga-pant-wearing millennial who thinks "being yourself" and drinking booz is the only way to flip off the world.  (And no, don't flip off the world, it isn't nice...)  In this instance, being yourself means following your own styles and just letting loose.  Of course you need to follow standards.  If being yourself is running around the mall naked shouting about half-priced jeans, then maybe the "real" you shouldn't be quite introduced yet.  Don't be afraid to be different.  Set your own fashion trends.  Be yourself.  Just because Ava or Lauren or Liza does it, doesn't mean you need to do it too.  If you'll excuse me, I'll get off my soapbox for now.  Thanks for listening to my little splurge on being yourself.  Remember, living harder isn't always better than living smarter.

Embracing My Imagination One Word at a Time,
~TheNerdInGlasses~    

Don't forget to drop a like and comment what your favorite fad of 2017 is!  Thanks for all your support.  :)

The Slaughter of Speech

The tongue is the most powerful thing in the human body.  It can build up, tear down, or anything in between.  When we say things without thinking, we not only bring guilt upon ourselves, but we also can harm the other person in a way much deeper than we know.  It could even shake their self-confidence in a bad way.  
This being said, speak only things that build up and encourage others.  When we speak, we speak from the heart.  This can be a very dangerous thing, as we are all wretched and cold-hearted sinners.  Accordingly, what we say can easily be offensive.  Take that bad energy and turn it into good, speaking in a powerful and inspiring way.  Be an example to those who like to use slaughtering speech.

~Embracing My Imagination One Word at a Time~
TheNerdInGlasses  

The Female Sex

Proving yourself when young is always a challenge.  Proving yourself as a woman is likewise challenging.  So, being a young woman is the challenge of the century!  Strive hard and play smart.  The one with a quick wit but even temper always has the upper hand.  Least you must remember that things not said can be more beneficial than those said.  Likewise, at certain times, things not said can be hurtful.  Like a form of the silent treatment.  A good woman will work, but a great woman will strive.  Be the great woman and strive in all you do.  So proving yourself will not even be considered because everyone is simply caught up in how hard of a worker you really are!
As far as the opposite sex goes, choose men carefully, for they can either make you, or break you.  In marriage, choose extremely carefully as this choice can be made only once in a lifetime.  Do not pick in shallowness, based off of looks.  However, be considerate!  Of your children that is.  They'll have his looks too, you know, so don't count solely on your own good charm. 

~Embracing My Imagination One Word at a Time~
TheNerdInGlasses   

Pertaining to Music

Song is the heart of all.
If you have no heart, you have not song.
If you have not song, you likewise have no heart.
These parables I speak to you because I have a very musically inclined family.
If you surround yourself with these beautiful melodies, you will be a happier person.
So next time someone hums, do not get mad and snap but instead join the merry occasion and sing along.
If you know not the words, I find saying "watermelon" is a very convincing way of not looking utterly ignorant.
There is a song for any mood or occasion, so do not be afraid to simply look them up.
Beware, however, as there are many sketchy songs on the market nowadays.
All this to say: music is at the heart of happiness.
So, cheer up old chap.
Put a smile on that cheeky face of yours and sing a little tune.

~Embracing my Imagination One Word at a Time~
TheNerdInGlasses

The "Bling" of Agony

Hello my dear friends!  I recently had the opportunity to just sit down and write, probably for an hour or more.  I was bored and had forgotten my phone, so I thought why not just write?  I wrote a series of short maunders that I am quite proud of and wanted to share with you. I will post them each in a separate blog post because I don't want one super long one.

The "Bling" of Agony

Smoke filled skies send up cries of pain
As everyone gathers to mourn in vain.
Some people weep, others just sit in silence.
What charade is this that causes us to miss
All the importance in this peculiar life?
We drown ourselves with self-pitying thoughts
When really deep inside our grief is not wrought.
On the surface it will lie and stay
Like a mask to cover the insecurity of the day.
Some call it depression, or a hole.
I call it a soul
Which is writhing in grief over the little things.
Do you not see these fake gestures which everyone brings
To a table already filled with cards?
As for those who know of what I speak,
Congratulations! you have a head start to fix that of which you wreak.
For those who sit bewildered at my speech,
Here is a broader picture, which hopefully your mind can reach:
Many youngsters of society seem to think
That their minds do not tick the tink of security.
So, throwing themselves down into mood swings
They simply call it depression as a bling to catch your eye.
Why do they lie like this?
We do not know, but hope you'll think of this
In the future before you show depression as a cover for self-pity.
-The End-

~Embracing my Imagination One Word at a Time~
TheNerdInGlasses

My Insights on Hiding Along with Food Evolution

Sometimes, I write things. Well that part is obvious, seeing as how I have a blog. However, sometimes I write silly things. Not because I can't think of anything else to write, but because I want to use my imagination to express feelings. I truly believe that writing is a way to communicate with people that has that feeling and "umph" that spoken words never could. So, with that rather dramatic entrance, here is what I wrote. I hope you like it! :)

My Insights on Hiding

Shame!  Dishonesty!  These are my thoughts and insights on hiding.  No, I am not referring to literal hiding, (okay, technically I am)  I suppose the word would be physical hiding.  Even the most dishonest of hiding's are simply horrific.  Suppose a child were to have a book he/she likes to read very much.  They then take their study book with them to the lounging chair and "read" it thoroughly, but all the while having the fiction novel inside the larger book to conceal it.  Hiding could be put into much better terms, such as: dishonesty, lying, non-submission, and the sorts.  Although I do suppose that dishonesty and lying are much the same.  However, not completely.  Or at least not in my point of view.  I must have these slightly odd phases where I wish to write on something completely out of the ordinary when I am not pinned in a corner of having to "stay in the lines" or have it a certain length.  Writing is a way of de-stressing and letting loose.  I believe I am quite through.

Food Evolution

Food.  In today's culture, we have quite a lot of it, and in insanely immense quantities.  Practically everywhere you look is overcome by the edible substance in one form or another.  At your house, you can simply look in your pantry/storage room, at the store…where else would you buy food?  Outside in the deathly hollows of mother-nature wilderness?  Well, my friend, I hate to stun you, but that is the very first place that food was brought into existence.  Was it born?  Perhaps.  It all depends on your imagination….or your sanity.  I'll have you know that I get them confused quite regularly.  Where was I?  Ah, yes the food.  You see, in the beginning there was food, and the liquid was with the food and the food was the food.  That doesn't sound quite right….Well in any matter, food came into existence and no matter how hard we human beings try, there is absolutely no escaping it!  And it would do some of us jolly well to avoid it altogether.  Perhaps it all started with a strawberry.  Yes, you red correctly.  A little read strawberry with miniscule seeds so small, that not the tiniest of meelins can see them.  What are meelins?   We'll get to that a bit later.  This strawberry's name was per-say…..Alhom.  Alhom had eyes, nose, ears, and mouths just like we do.  What was that?  Oh yes I quite meant to right mouths, as he had too.  One in the front and one in the back.  That way, he could carry on too conversations at once, you see.  It really was quite an ingenious invention.  

Alhom grew from a tall, sad, slumped over tree in the smack-dap-middle of the island Glugose.  After he was grown, he got tired of hanging there all alone, so he hopped out of his tree in search of other little read strawberries just like himself.  When he looked the hole wworld over and found not a single living strawberry but himself, (yes, tis true all the other little read strawberries were dead) he decided to make one himself.  He carefully picked out one of his own miniscule seeds and sat it on the ground to think.  Then he had a marvelous kaplunc in his gonnin!  He jumped with joy and grabbed the seed as he hastened back to his tree.  He carefully dug a whole, and buried the seed deep into the moist blanc.  After a while, he decided to take a nap, for his journey had thoroughly tired him.  He woke to a sharp pike in the poke.  He jolted up and looked round.  He saw a little read strawberry just like himself!  After discussing the matter with her, (for it was indeed female) he came to the conflution that she had grown from his own little seed.  They gradually began to levitate into love and had children.  Of course they didn't have children out of wedlock, but strawberries cannot be married like humans, because that would just be nonsense!  And that, my friend, is how the world became populated with food.  How did we get so much food from strawberries?  Have you never heard of evolution?  Of course not of the human race.  Of food!  You should surely reed it sometime, as it is quite a jolly good story.  And now, I must be off.  I have a strawberry garden to attend to, and they are of the upmost importance to me.  Besides…they did begin the world, as the world revolves around food.  At least, for people who are quite obese.   

~Embracing Imagination one Word at a Time~

TheNerdInGlasses