Why I Didn 't The Same Basic Mistakes Over And Over Again

How can you tell if a “bad guy”--the villain, the monster, the thief--is necessarily a bad guy? Is it by the images they choose to ink on their skin? Their crooked smile, or maybe perhaps the way they like to crack their knuckles? Maybe it’s just their attire: it’s too dark, too scary. And what of their eyes? There’s something there...something about the way they’re placed, something about how they flicker and gleam with every mention of what they desire. But what of their feelings? The ever-circling wheels of emotions from deep inside that manage to control the raging tides of life? Do they not care like we do?

"Arrogance is the camouflage of insecurity". For an intelligent, well-known, young man like Chris McCandless, arrogance acted as a poison for him in the movie Into the Wild. How could he not be arrogant, the man had everything, he went to Harvard, had caring parents, a loving sister, and a car. He decided to throw that all away for some journey to Alaska. Why Alaska? He had no business in Alaska, he was ignorant and self centered. He passed up so many opportunities, and so many signs to let him no this wasn't a good idea. From the Hippie Parents, to the Old Man who wanted to adopt him, Chris ignored all signs. He wanted what he wanted and didn't let anyone tell him otherwise. If someone offers help it is only because you have touched their

It is the innate darkness and leaning towards the evil that disposes us to committing acts of brutality and insensitivity.

One way to understand why one shouldn’t underestimate someone and to be beware that the outcome of the corrupted actions that has done is unthinkable, is shown through the use of symbolism and personification. About halfway through their game, Rainsford managed to survive and take down one of the vicious hounds through a trap. “The general was playing him! The General was saving him for another day’s sport! The Cossack was the cat; he was the mouse….. he heard the sharp scream of pain as the pointed stakes found their mark. He leaped up from his place of concealment. Then he cowered back. Three feet from the pit a man was standing, with an electric torch in his hand.‘You've done well, Rainsford,’ the voice of the general called. ‘Your Burmese tiger pit has claimed one of my best dogs. Again you score. I

During the summer I moved to Houston with expectation of a bigger and better life. In this I met a man, his name was Chase and he was tall and very handsome. We exchanged our information and continued to stay in touch, as we talked we began to develop feelings for one another. The passion grow between us, the good and the bad and I felt as though it was something that I couldn’t get with anyone else. Chase understood me and seemed to know everything that I was thinking before I could even form the words to say my thoughts. We spent endless nights together and I felt completely safe in his presence, but he was poison and I didn’t know it yet. I was warned by my very good friend Jordan that my feelings toward Chase would soon

I took out my gun and pointed I it at his head; his hands went up; he knew he was done.

‘Tells you he is going to put that bullet in your head. Any decent man should turn, fight, take that man down. You do not ‘'do no harm'', you make sure you are the toughest. He never did. ‘

I thought Coleman cared but I was just lying to myself. I keep painting these pretty pictures in my head of all the things that could be and its ruining me. I read too many books with too many ridiculous love stories that all have a happy ending. Now I’m sitting on a mattress in the middle of my parents living room because I went to school and don’t even get to keep my room. It’s 1:36 AM and I’m crying because I’m lonely and every time I think hey maybe this guy cares a little bit he goes and proves me wrong reminding me that not only are platonic relationships impossible but sex is the biggest factor in any type of relationship with me. I have no friends and people just keep leaving me. I already had “daddy issues” or well whole family issues. Now i cannot even get over Coleman because I thought for once in my life someone liked and cared about me by choice not because they were family are stuck in a small town school where no one understood them but by his own free will he picked me. He had me from the moment he said “Everyone likes you but i like like you.” He may not even remember that but it touched me in away that makes no since and that I cannot explain. I keep thinking in my head did I love him is that what is

He applies this knowledge strategically so he can remain hidden until the time is right to show himself to the cottagers. The monster’s ability to plan and read and comprehend proves that he is an intelligent being with a beautiful and unique mind and not just an ugly savage. During the novel, the monster learns the difference between right and wrong as well. “... I could not help believing that I had been too hasty in my conclusions.

Being immune from anything but a fair hand-to-hand combat shows that this inherent evil cannot be fought with artificial advantages, but inner

In a way, he used arrogance to hide his inner cowardice. On the other hand, I don't find myself arrogant at all. If I do something right, it doesn’t go to my head. I can’t stand when people act rude and push others below them in order to make themselves feel higher. Since I’m not too selfish, I seem more approachable and trustworthy.

In the introduction, author Joseph T. Hallinan introduces the many ideas of mistakes that he fully covers throughout the book’s chapters. The author begins by describing mistakes and explains that much of the world construction is in such a way, that we expect to see things clearer and remember things better than we actually do. Furthermore, not seeing what is right in front of us is just one of a stunningly large array of shortcomings of the human brain that cause us to error. In Why We Make Mistakes, he provides the reader with an intriguing assortment of such failings. Hallinan explains human beings are partial, overoptimistic, hypercritical, downright irrational creatures of habit who are blissfully unaware of their limitations. All

Beating at my sword blade, would be helpless. I will meet him/ With my hands empty-unless his heart

showed us that the thought of murder was already at the back of his mind. This showed

Bash him in!”. He developed a sense of savagery throughout the novel, and even reached a point where he murders his own kind. His act of violence, and his urge of achieving power correlates greatly to the dark side of human nature within our