How to Change Someone's OpinionI've heard a couple of philosophies where it's impossible to change someone else's opinion on something. The best you can hope to do is give people more knowledge, or a new way at looking things, or help people who are undecided on an issue. I can attest, that yes, changing someone else's opinion can be a very difficult thing. But it's not impossible. Why is it so hard? Because when someone's opinion changes, they admit implicitly that they were once wrong, whether it's about the latest movie or some political movement or religion. And being "in the wrong" can lead to once innocuous things being seen as mistakes. Those mistakes, depending on the issue, can have human consequences.More Like This
I want you to meet Bob. Bob hates fuzzy dice. He wants fuzzy dice to be illegal. I want Bob to be more accepting of fuzzy dice.
Step 1: See Where Bob is coming from
This is probably the most important step in changing someone's opinion. You need to see the other side of the issue, and if fail to
Prentiss's return8 months after Prentiss's death,More Like This
The team had changed a lot since a painful death of Emily Prentiss
Hotchner was more lenient with the members
Morgan wasn't a thrilled when they had solved the case
Reid got quieter and no longer went off talking about the case at hand
Rossi never felt the same after not helping Prentiss out,
Seaver requested a transfer soon after Prentiss's death
Penelope never used the playful banter
But a new team member was coming in the replace Seaver due they never felt right replacing Prentiss.
Today it's the first day of the new team member named Sarah Thompson was coming in today.
Knock knock went the door and Hotchner answered the door and said "Are you the new team member replacing Seaver?" he asked "Yes, I'm Sarah Thompson!" she said shaking his hand firm but gentle her green eyes studying him. "Can I meet my coworkers?" she asked her black hair bouncing up and down "Sure," hotch said. As they walked to the briefing room she sat between Reid and Penelope. "
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
My Turn Jade twitched slightly as she looked down at her feet, unable to look at the dark haired male in front of her. Her hair cascaded down around her face, making it impossible to see her expression. She couldn't help but close her eyes tightly as she balled her hands into fists. "I loved you..." she muttered, glancing up at Jamie, revealing tearful and pain filled eyes. She gritted her teeth for a moment before bursting out in anger. "I loved you!!" she shouted. She felt tears stream down her face, her body trembling. "I loved you so much but no, I wasn't good enough! Did you ever plan on staying with me, or did you know from the beginning that we wouldn't be?!" She held her head with her hands as a throbbing headache quickly formed. "I tried everything… Everything to make you fall for me…" she whimpered, the pain from her head starting to spread to the rest of her body. "I was a fool… A fool to think someone like you would ever be with me…" She looked at the ground, holding her heaMore Like This
Prose: LithiumLithium.More Like This
Oh dear god Lithium.
I sighed deeply and looked at the orange pill bottle that was sitting in front of me. In my head, I could see the pharmacist's face when I handed her the prescription, the pity and the judgment.
I stared at the little pink pill that lay inside my palmthat horrible pink pill with the little brown writing. This small pill had such powerful affects. I didn't know what this was going to do to me. What if it kills me? What if it takes all my problems away? What if it doesn't do anything?
How is that this small pill, this element have such an impact?
It seemed so simple when I had to study it in science class. It is number 3 on the periodic table I still knew this from all that time ago.
However, this wasn't science class. This wasn't high school. This was life. This was my life. My poor, sad, depressed life. I couldn't get anything together, so what does my therapist do? Prescribe me Lithium. Zoloft didn't work; neither did Prozac, nothing wor
adamhe tastes like original sin, that first burn of alcohol down your throat. he touches you like dawn touches the ground, sweetly and slowly, but there's something too sharp there, something in his eyes and the way he sounds like guilt, maybe like that time when you covered your ears because the world was too loud. you're wearing red lipstick that's a shade too red but that doesn't matter, because the apple doesn't ever fall too far, does it, and he is always where you belong. you don't want to think about his liliths and their fig leaves, and eve has been too overrated a role for you to play. he tastes like god struck him down and lucifer embraced him in fear, something too holy and acrid for demons and angels. you'll drink his wine any day, you'll take his bread, you are too holy to resist the sound of crucifixes and sermons to an unhearing ear, and god knows he will taint you.More Like This
AY SO IM GONNA WRITE ANOTHER STORYAY SO I FEEL LIKE WRITING ANOTHER DUMB STORY BECAUSE ALL OF MY FAMILY WENT TO BED ALREADY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMore Like This
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS THIS BITCH NAME FUCKING ALEX JAMES AND HE WAS SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT HE MADE A HOUSE OUT OF CHEESE AND THEN ATE IT. And then there was this BAMF named Graham and he was so bad ass that he was a fucking shoe and he walked around and was like "BITCHEZ IM A MOTHERFUCKING SHOE HOW A BOUT THAT BITCH." He was so fucking hardcore, he just fucking married a hobo he found on the street and was like "IMMA BE YOUR BITCH". SO then the hobo and the shoe got married and then they joined a band with Alex James and a potato that they stole from a supermarket and made a band called blur because it was a blur why they even made it.
THEIR FIRST SONG WAS CALLED "NIGGA IS THE HIZZAY" and their second song was called Song 2 becuz it was the 2nd one lol and they were like "WOOHOO WHEN I FEEL HEAVY METAL WOOHOO AND IM PINS AND IM NEEDLES MOTHER FUCKERS WE'RE SO BAD ASS!!!!!1!!"