Everyone appreciates different types of posts on this site and not all highdeas
have something we are looking for. My highdea is an attempt at a post that
includes something for each of you. Whether you are looking for a story, an
idea, a poem, a thought provoking theory, a punchline, a quote to live by, a
reflection, a prediction, even an opinion. I don't personally know any of you,
but I appreciate all of you.

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"Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh the thinks you can
think up if only you try!"
- Dr. Seuss

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I am starting to become worried about what technology is capable of. One of these two men is a robot.
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBEJbBf565Y/TnJTGfqO2PI/AAAAAAACJu8/MnM8fnVmSu...

A fucking robot?! Capable of doing some simple human tasks at this point, but being taught....or programmed to do more as time goes on. This is from a robot convention, but that just means that there could be even more advanced robots out there already. Fuck. That literally blows my mind.

Even the skin is getting more technologically advanced. They've created a new skin that contains sensors capable of detecting light touch, similar to small hairs on humans.
http://www.dailytech.com/Robots+Become+More+Lifelike+with+Sensory+Skin/a...

Where this technology is going, I do not know, but it's fucking weird to think about. What if there are already robots among us?

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Motorcycles get much better gas mileage than cars because they require less
energy to run right? If an electric car only gets like 300 miles per charge
(mpc), wouldn't it make more sense to make electric motorcycles cause they could
go so much further on a charge?

To be clear, I do not mean an electric bicycle. Those would be slow and
inefficient due to the battery size. A motorcycle could hold close to the same
amount of batteries the electric car could hold based on the size of the body.

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Stretching is important before and after exercising. What if you could stretch
while you exercised though? Sounds like it would be more efficient. To do this I
will design a walking shoe with a raised toe area, and lower heel to allow for
walkers to stretch their calves while they walk. If sketchers shape ups worked
so would this.

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As a kid I wished time would speed up and I'd be older.
Years flew by, I've aged but now time isn't any slower.
There's no way to turn it back, my shortlived childhood is over.
Make believe monsters are now real world dreams.
Imaginary problems have turned to real life screams.
Budgeting how times spent, scheduling every thing.
The 6 year old me would hate me.
If I could explain it to him, maybe he wouldn't blame me.
Doubtful. My once big dreams have all been compromised.
Along the road I've believed a ton of lies.
Life isn't easy man, it's all about the sacrifice.
The only real path to discovery is actually trying.
My life has changed and I feel like I'm at wits end.
If I make it, it's only because of these friends
But time is short, I don't quite have the time to pretend.
Slaves to money and we are counting every damn cent.
Our blanket forts have been replaced with jobs that we all resent,
But if I keep living in the past I'm gonna miss out on the present.

Appreciate the now.

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Freshman year of high school is a confusing time in everyone's life, but Stacy
had never been more sure of anything ever. She was going to one day go to
college to study and be an architect. She had always been creative as a child,
drawing, painting, sculpting, even playing music. Nothing intrigued her more
than the mammoth structures she saw visiting the city with her parents. Ever
since she had seen a documentary detailing the entire process from the design to
the construction of the Golden Gate bridge, it was all she could think about in
her free time. Everything about it appealed to her and she knew exactly why.
Whenever asked why she was so interested she would always reply the same way,
"The creativity, the science behind it, and the ability to leave my mark in the
world." She spent hours each evening drawing elaborate skylines and cityscapes.
She began researching which colleges had the best architecture programs and what
the prerequisites for applying to each would be so she could be prepared for the
day it was her turn to stick her foot in the door. Stacy's parents, Mike and
Julia, were impressed by her drive and ambition and knew that she would make an
excellent big sister to the second child they had on the way. They had been
trying for years to have a second child but after two miscarriages in the past
decade they had almost given up hope until the news broke about 3 months before
Stacy started high school. She was going to have a younger sister.

By the spring of the following year, Melanie had been born. A beautiful 8lb baby
with a full head of bleach blonde hair. The whole family could not have been
happier they had this new treasure in their lives. Stacy loved holding Melanie.
Brushing her hair, talking to her, reading her stories and singing to her.
Seeing her little sister smile could brighten even the darkest of her days.

As months went on however, Mike and Julia started to worry about Melanie though.
She hadnt learned to crawl yet, and wasn't as responsive as other babies her
age. By her first birthday when she was unable to even sit up on her own their
worries had turned to full fledged panic. They decided it was time to do some
tests to find out what could be the problem. The next morning they scheduled a
visit with a child psychologist. After visiting with Melanie for only a few
minutes the doctor could tell something was wrong and recommended blood tests to
find the cause. The results would take a few days to get back from the lab
however so they headed home knowing nothing more than they had when they
arrived. Stacy had been staying with her Aunt Lydia for the afternoon so that
she would not worry about her younger sister. Mike and Julia knew that the next
few days would be long and stressful as they worried but they did their best to
stay composed in front of Stacy. On Wednesday Mike got a phone call at work. He
excused himself from the meeting he was in to take the call. It was Julia. He
could tell she had been crying so he knew whatever she was about to tell him was
not going to be anything he wanted to hear. Mike broke down before she could
continue. He told her he'd be right home and that they could talk then. His
office was 9 miles from his house and it only too him 12 minutes to get home.
The longest 12 minutes of his life. When he pulled up, julia was on the porch,
still sobbing. Mike ran over to her and hugged her. He could feel her heart
beating through her skin. They stood there for a few minutes in silence until
Julia broke the silence with one word. "Autism." The word echoed off the walls
of the porch while Mike took a step back. "Thats the simple diagnosis. Melanie
is severely autistic. The doctor says she has a disorder known as 18Q deletion.
Meaning she is missing a chromosome. He says it's a common cause of autism."
Mike is still speechless as Julia continues "he says...he says with her level of
physical and mental disability she may never be able to walk or talk." She
breaks down as Mike grabs ahold of her again. They stand embracing each other,
each thinking about different aspects of life that they have taken for granted
that their daughter will miss out on. Graduation, prom, marriage. The more they
think about it the more hysterical they become knowing that they are unable to
help in this situation. A few moments of silence pass on the porch before they
hear the storm door open. It's Stacy carrying Melanie out to the porch, both of
them smiling. Mike and Julia try to hide the fact that they've been crying but
it's pointless. "How long have you been standing there?" mike asks. "Long enough
to know how worried you two are." Stacy says. "Ive been worried about her too
you know. Ever since you started taking her to the doctors I've been doing
research on kids just like her. Thats where I got the idea for music. Before I
walked out here, I sang her a song and played keyboard until she was smiling so
wide I had to come and show you. Just because she isn't going to live the life
that you and I will have, doesn't mean she will never be happy. Her happiness is
simpler, more pure and I'm going to do whatever I can to keep her smiling her
whole life. That's why I am going to go to the Berklee College of Music." "What
about architecture?" her mother asked. Stacy replied calmly, almost as if it had
been rehearsed. "There are three reasons I want to be a musician and help
Melanie: the creativity, the science behind it, and the ability to leave my mark
in the world."

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Imagine if you knew that you could never achieve your childhood dreams unless
they were realistic. Imagine that it was proven scientifically that you had been
predetermined to have a set path through life. Imagine you were shown the plans,
the outline for every event in your life. Every job, every relationship,
everything. Attempting to make changes to the plan would only result in failure
and complete heartbreak. Would it be worth fighting for your dreams and holding
on to hope knowing they will never come true, or would you rather fall into
complacency and accept your fate for what it is?

Now imagine that wasn't the case at all. You and only you have the ability to
shape your future. What would you do today to work towards those dreams and why
aren't you doing that right now?

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Tags:
- My French toast has armpit hair in it.

- I don't think people are born gay. I've never seen a baby whose first words were
"man I wanna suck some dick."

- If I could fly, but I was the only person who could I don't think I would do it. Everybody would look at me, and think "oh here comes this asshole." And then if I had a kid with a normal, nonflying human woman and that kid couldn't fly, he would probably think he disappointed me. And he would be right.

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Comments

 
Wed, 12/28/2011 - 7:22pm

I've never written a short story or poem before this. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

 
 
Sat, 12/31/2011 - 2:21pm

That was a truly moving story. I grew up with an autistic boy in school and he had a beautiful mind. He was a muslim and he could recite any number of passages from the Quran. By the time we were in middle school he was able to do complex mathematics in his head. He was gifted in many ways, but then he had trouble with things like tying his shoes or buttoning his shirts and sometimes trouble focusing. He ended up running track in highschool and graduated with honors. He now attends the University of Wisconsin. I've never met any parents prouder than his.

 
 
Sat, 12/31/2011 - 4:24pm

As they should be. For him to overcome the obstacles he has faced in life, he needed the support of his family. They should be damn proud.

 
 
Sat, 12/31/2011 - 7:58pm

Absolutely. I don't think autism is a "disability." Im sure it can be for some, but I really think autism makes certain parts of the brain excel. But to make up for it, other parts of the brain have to suffer. Just a thought

 
 
Sat, 12/31/2011 - 8:54pm

That's a great theory man. Very optimistic. Perhaps rather than a disability, it is the next step in our evolution. Moving beyond traditional thinking and into exploring that vast unknown inside our own minds.

 
 
Tue, 01/03/2012 - 2:41pm

For every disability, there is an exceeding ability.
I have ADHD, and people would think it's a disability.
But hey, because I can't contain my mind, it has helped to seek extraordinary wisdom and knowledge.
It's also a rather simple cure. Hit the pipe a few times, kick the attention span up a couple of seconds, haha! (The seconds was just a joke, it greatly helps ADHD, just wanted to make a joke because if something is uninteresting, it will require looking in depth that the uninteresting thing is built up of matter and chromosomes and DNA, but it will still be uninteresting. What am I saying?
Everything is interesting!
Even uninteresting things are interesting!
Why are the uninteresting? That's a very interesting question.

 
 
Tue, 01/03/2012 - 5:24pm

Interesting. A question you have an answer to?

 
 
Tue, 01/03/2012 - 5:26pm

Why are they uninteresting?
Well the true answer is this.
They are not uninteresting.
Simple.
Because nothing is uninteresting, or even simple for that matter!

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 8:24pm

Not a single downvote, man. Keep it up!

 
 
Wed, 01/18/2012 - 9:06am

Haha. Thanks man. Your picture makes me want to greet you with a " top o' the morning "

 
 
Tue, 01/03/2012 - 5:33pm

In order to know that something is uninteresting, you must be interested in it enough to acknowledge it, pay attention to it and determine if it deserves your interest. That sounds simply complicated for sure.

 
 
Wed, 01/04/2012 - 2:16pm
 
 
Thu, 01/05/2012 - 1:05am

so much to digest, so little attention span haha. but really from what i read (up to the poem) it's pretty great.

as for the electric motorcycle, it's a good idea but i think it'd be tough with all that extra battery weight. it could potentially change riding a crotch rocket into riding a harley. still a great idea, just gotta wait for new technology to make batteries lighter.

oh and that whole robotic shit just freaks me out, not gonna lie. i don't even look at that stuff anymore; they can spend billions of dollars on making robot skin but they can't find cures to diseases. it's a perfect example of money wasted.

 
 
Thu, 01/05/2012 - 10:59pm

Its misplaced priorities definitely. That money could be used for so much more than lifelike robot construction. It's disappointing to see. You might be right about the motorcycle weight although I'm sure some if it would be cancelled out by the fact that you could eliminate the gas tank and gas. Idk how much weight that's save but maybe it'd make up for some of the batteries.

 
 
Fri, 01/06/2012 - 4:19pm

dont get me wrong, there is a need for robotic development, i just dont see a need for that robot to have skin. i believe an electric car battery pack weighs around 1000 lbs, so cut it in half for a motorcycle and your still almost doubling the weight of a bike. im sure they'll come out with new technology to make it lighter and in no time we'll be riding around on a glorified vespa.

 
 
Thu, 01/05/2012 - 9:06pm

This is ther perfect highDEA lol, but I haven't read the story yet. I loved the poem and the tags, didn't understand the shoe thing but for the life being planed out thing, I would probably shoot myself if I couldn't dream as big as I do now.

I think of sexuality as a line with one side being completely straight and the other being completely gay, and everybody is somewhere in between.

If I could fly, I'd probably be the dick that brings it up in every conversation "You say you graduated from Harvard? Well I can fly bitch"

 
 
Thu, 01/05/2012 - 11:04pm

Thanks man. I'd never written a poem before that. The dream thing started out as a thought on religion but it turned into a thought on what everyone could personally do to improve their situations. I said i wouldn't fly but in reality I probably would. It would make travel pretty convenient. I might poop on some birds or their things too. Just to show them that it's not cool to do.

 
 
Fri, 01/06/2012 - 2:39am

Every single aspect of this highDEA is spectacular. Thanks for posting. I've really noticed highdeas turn around for the better; I'm seeing many thought provoking, insightful things being posted on this site. Thanks for contributing! One love, man.

 
 
Fri, 01/06/2012 - 4:22am

Imagine all the people who left highdeas were to come back.
Wow, it would be like the gates of heaven re-opening.
With some music from COSMOS playing.

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 7:24pm
 
 
Fri, 01/06/2012 - 9:01am

Thanks man. Glad you enjoyed it. It was the first creative writing Ive ever done. Couldn't help but get inspired by the amazing creativity of some users on here.

 
 
Tue, 01/10/2012 - 4:35am

That short story was very touching, indeed. My half-brother is autistic. It's sad because we all know it, but I don't think his father would like to believe it, so he has never been properly diagnosed. When I am around him, I feel like I'm one of the few people that really understands and I can actually get him talking about stuff, when he's normally very introverted.

 
 
Tue, 01/10/2012 - 9:55am

That's awesome that you can connect with him and get him to open up. I have two young cousins who are autistic as well, and I think they struggle to communicate their thoughts and feelings sometimes so I'm sure it helps your bro that he is comfortable and able to talk with you. Patience and understanding go so much further than people think,

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 2:16am

"Now imagine that wasn't the case at all. You and only you have the ability to
shape your future. What would you do today to work towards those dreams and why
aren't you doing that right now?"

Sweetest paragraph. *knucks*

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 9:50am
 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 12:16pm
81st Says:

This is heavy shit. Very innovative, original and caring.
You enjoy your day man. No, enjoy your week. Fuck it, I want you to enjoy the rest of your existence.

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 12:42pm

I appreciate it man. You do the same.

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 12:19pm
CamBam. Says:

I am concerned with technology as well. I feel like it really is gonna take over. And it's either gonna be great because technology can do all the hard work while humans get to galavant around and jerk off and expand our minds, or it's gonna take over on some I, Robot shit. In all honesty though, I definitely see robots replacing all fast food workers within the next 15 to 20 years or so. Maybe even teachers.

The story was dope man. My brother has ass burgers syndrome and he's like a bank of information. I can go to him and ask any question about anything and he usually has an answer, like a book of random facts. It's almost like he can access any memory he has ever had or any knowledge he has ever gained. But his social skills are basically non-existent so it's very hard for him to function in society without having a panic attack or what not.

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 12:51pm

That's a scary thought that so many jobs could be replaced with machines, especially at this point in time. When I first saw irobot I just thought it was bullshit, but the more I thought about it, the more it set in that it was an actual possibility. Sorry to hear about your brother's condition man. As somebody said above, when one part of the brain may struggle, another may excel. It's awesome that he is able to retain all that info though. Is he older or younger than you?

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 1:54pm
CamBam. Says:

Check this link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhVu2hxm07E&feature=related
This is what really made me believe that robots can basically be programmed to do anything. Just imagine, program all of history into one robot and boom, you got a history teacher.

Nah it's all good man, he can still function as a normal human being, we just need to get him past that wall of sociability. He's about 4 years older than me.

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 4:28pm

That's true. I have a friend with a history degree. He's having a hard enough time trying to find a job as it is, with no robots capable of replacing him. Haha.
That's good to hear about your bro man. Hopefully he can continue to open up and is able to blossom socially.

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 8:24pm

Perfect highdea. I will now proceed to read (and most likely upvote) all your others. Thank you.

 
 
Wed, 01/18/2012 - 9:07am
 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 9:01pm
popnougat Says:
 
 
Wed, 01/18/2012 - 9:08am
 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 9:02pm
jake_ Says:

the poem really rang true to me, but also kindof depressed me with these lines:

"If I make it, it's only because of these friends
But time is short, I don't quite have the time to pretend.
Slaves to money and we are counting every damn cent.
Our blanket forts have been replaced with jobs that we all resent"

I'm in junior year of high school now, and from talking with my brother in college and other young adults, I've realized that life away from the shelter of my parents is....well...kindof going to suck. I'll have to work and study for most of my days, and spent 90% of my money on food and rent. And even now, I often think, "I don't even care what job I get, I just want to make money" ....god my childhood self would hate me so much...its too depressing.

I feel like the only way to be truly happy in life is to be an artist or musician then, but thats just not practical.

 
 
Wed, 01/18/2012 - 9:13am

"happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby." - George Bernard shaw

If you want to badly enough, you can find a way man. Keep your head up b.

 
 
Tue, 01/17/2012 - 11:15pm

This is one of the greatest things I've ever read.

Not just on this site. Ever.

Thank you for thanking everyone. I feel the same way. There are so many bright, creative people on here.

The poem was fantastic.

The story was touching.

Everything about this was just tasty.

 
 
Wed, 01/18/2012 - 9:16am

Thank you very much for the kind words. And thank you for taking the time to read it all. Being as this is the Internet, I'm happy to have found a place where "tl;dr" is rare and people's thoughts and ideas are shared openly.

 
 
Thu, 01/19/2012 - 12:13am

I don't know how you did it, but I read the whole thing.....
My teacher cant even get me to read a paragraph in a book.
I hate reading but this was cool and great!!

 
 
Thu, 01/19/2012 - 9:17am

Idk how I did it either. Thank you for taking the time to read it, hopefully there was something in it for you.

 
 
Tue, 08/14/2012 - 7:36pm
 
 
Wed, 08/15/2012 - 9:31am

Thanks. I started to write v.2.0 but it's very time consuming to come up with each part and my second short story kinda sucked, so that's on hold I suppose.

 
 
Tue, 03/05/2013 - 8:47pm
Budman1820 Says:

Great job man, you are obviously an extremely intelligent and thoughtful dude.