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Ok, this isn't my real plan, but it's fun to dream up.

Say you take the meaning of socialism to be literally social-ism. And characterize it by total socialization with your neighbors and everyone else for that matter. As in, you don't block people off, and you get to know them all.

It may not be the true meaning of socialism, but it's fun to dream up. Now I kinda sound like @complicatedlight. By the way, why can't I preview this? Still writing...

I'm going to be living in a commune of sorts, with these socialist ideals. There will be couchsurfers and musicians in an out of the house. And of course, I'll live there.

I see myself as above average. Perhaps it's narcissistic. But that would make me a leader of sorts. This is the perfect situation for my socialist living arrangements. I've learned a thing or two from my grandfather about leadership, and I plan to teach all my little men and women who come into the house of my ways. But how will I do this? Still writing...

First, I would dangle a bit of hope in front of my friends faces. My friends could be neighbors, couchsurfers, or musicians. But I wouldn't be so cruel as to actually lead someone on... I have a brilliant set of ideas about life, and it really wouldn't be that big of a deal to share them. That's the carrot. Then I'll make a deal with them.

Then I'll crush their fucking dreams in half, and ignore them, and belittle them, and make them sorry they ever trusted me. I'll be cruel, and vicious, yet they won't even know it's me doing it until it's too late. Just like my grandpa.

Sounds about like socialism right?

There's a great debate on whether or not people can handle socialism. And it's not the same debate as with Communism. The question is, are people too evil for socialism? Whereas with communism, it's areleaders too evil for communism. Or at least that's my understanding anyway. I also hear that the two ideas are very similar.

I'm way ahead of my mother. In fact I'm fucking brilliant. I knew we were heading, as a family, down the socialist path long before she did, and I handle it with a little more grace--ie, less radicalism--than she has.

But my grandfather's no socialist. Let's just say he's out of the picture for now.

You're wondering, does this kid even understand socialism? Hell no. It means whatever the hell I want it to mean. And that's what socialism is all about.

Still writing...

The owner of the house that I'm living in thinks she's starting a commune. But what she doesn't know is that I could essentially trap every single one of those fellas in my little game. Just like old gramps. I guess he's still here after all. Perhaps by the end of her experiment, she'll regret ever starting it.

I hope not. I sincerely hope not. And this is where I save socialism for everybody: I sincerely, from the bottom of my age, hope that she does not regret starting this commune. I don't know that she won't. I'm not claiming to have divine intuition. I'm just reinforcing with every part of myself that this goes well.

But it's not my plan. Hell, I'll probably just listen to music and watch Hey Arnold. Psyched.

So a little story now. First, I need to change my layout. But really what'll come first is my story. Mom. She's been going on about how she thinks she might be a socialist. And my only response is, I fucking know, I fucking know that you are a socialist mom. I do not care. I do not think socialism is a good idea. I sincerely hope (once again) that her radicalism does not interfere with my plans.

But they are. They have. And they will. Her plans will affect my life that is. I can't say I'm influenced by her newfound radicalism. I'm just perturbed by it and it's consequences for me.

But maybe she is influencing me. I am after all moving into this commune. This socialist fucking commune. Which will be a test of ... socialization for me. That's the connection I was making to socialism. Maybe that really is what socialism means. Sharing everything with... everyone. Sharing people. I much prefer to share ideas than to share people.

People mimic each other. Will I fail as a leader and just mimic the people that come into the house? What a waste of time that would be. But I'm insecure enough that that just might happen. Yet I'm also aware that it could happen, so will that stop it from happening?

And this whole post is just a passive aggressive rant about my grandpa. Still writing...

Perhaps I'm dodging the real problem of my life by focusing on socialism. It is after all, easy to understand. We're living a modern socialist life. A nightmare, perhaps. England's worse. I'm never moving to london. But I have to get to a city, and Oklahoma City's the closest one. So off I go, into the radical world of socialism as a tiny little person, up against the world, lost never to be found...