Why do some people feel the need to say the first thing that pops into their head?
No matter how inconsiderate, hurtful or just plain mean your thoughts can be, why do some people feel the need to blurt them out? How can they possibly believe that their two-cents worth is somehow adding to the situation? I don't understand people who feel the need to ridicule others or put them down purely for the sake of conversation. Anyone who talks just to hear themselves speak should learn to keep quiet. Chances are, they'd learn a lot more just by listening.
Why do some people feel that their right to make noise supersedes another's right to quiet?
While I am guilty of listening to music with my door open, I would never continue to do so if someone told me that my music was disrupting their studying or their sleep. And I would never blast my music after quiet hours, especially around exam time. I get it... why is it that so many people missed that memo? Running screaming down a hallway at 3 o'clock in the morning isn't necessary ever. Neither is banging on the doors of people that you don't know just to see who lives there or running away as soon as they answer. And neither are Halloween decorations that scream whenever someone steps on it. Because that wouldn't be enticing to some drunken college student at all hours of the night... No, no. Let's just leave it on all night and see what happens.
Why do some people act like complete jerks to people that they barely know?
I have never understood judging a book by its cover, and I've never understood how anyone could gain an opinion of someone based on a first impression. Some of the best people I know constantly complain about how they are 'forgettable' or that they make a bad first impression. While it is understandable to feel that way, especially for those who are shy, but that doesn't make it okay to judge them or dismiss them immediately after meeting them. And I absolutely cannot fathom people who are just plain rude to someone they don't know. I'm not sure if the bullying is a warped method of flirting or what, but it doesn't make sense either way.
As I'm sure you can tell, I'm having an issue with people in general tonight. My apologies for the rant.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Residence...
Oh Residence, you are my home away from home. If you could call Residence a home. Every so often I catch myself referring to my cubicle-sized dorm room as "home." What a depressing concept.
Now don't get me wrong, there are many perks to living here. No parents, for example. The two minute walk to classes isn't too shabby either. I also managed to get on the same floor as two of the greatest girls you could ever meet. But consider this:
Of the 40-something people living on my floor, 26 of them are only 17 years old. Thankfully, unlike a certain other floor I can often be found on, they are a quiet bunch of 17 year olds. But it leaves me feeling as if maybe I am getting a little too old for the Residence lifestyle. I feel that way until I realize how many people in Residence are old enough to be my parents.
For example, there is a certain man with a certain highly entertaining name who is old enough to be my father, and yet lives on the most immature floor in the building. First of all, what could have possibly been going through the minds of the staff when they allowed a man who is in his late 40's to live in a college Residence? And secondly, what kind of man in his 40's would want to live on a floor with a bunch of 17 year olds? Certainly not one with good intentions, I presume.
Maybe the whole situation is just beyond my comprehension because I'm having trouble relating to people three years younger than me. Living with a bunch of kids 20 years younger than me would feel an awful lot like babysitting. Not exactly the ideal living situation.
Now don't get me wrong, there are many perks to living here. No parents, for example. The two minute walk to classes isn't too shabby either. I also managed to get on the same floor as two of the greatest girls you could ever meet. But consider this:
Of the 40-something people living on my floor, 26 of them are only 17 years old. Thankfully, unlike a certain other floor I can often be found on, they are a quiet bunch of 17 year olds. But it leaves me feeling as if maybe I am getting a little too old for the Residence lifestyle. I feel that way until I realize how many people in Residence are old enough to be my parents.
For example, there is a certain man with a certain highly entertaining name who is old enough to be my father, and yet lives on the most immature floor in the building. First of all, what could have possibly been going through the minds of the staff when they allowed a man who is in his late 40's to live in a college Residence? And secondly, what kind of man in his 40's would want to live on a floor with a bunch of 17 year olds? Certainly not one with good intentions, I presume.
Maybe the whole situation is just beyond my comprehension because I'm having trouble relating to people three years younger than me. Living with a bunch of kids 20 years younger than me would feel an awful lot like babysitting. Not exactly the ideal living situation.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Pay Attention To Me...
Self-worth is a something to consider. What makes us feel that we are good enough? When is anything ever good enough? We need to take the time to sort out how we are feeling, what we are feeling and why we feel that way. Maybe it's a grade on a paper, achieving a goal, or maybe its getting attention from the one person we need attention from that makes us feel good about ourselves.
Getting attention is another thing to consider. Why do we crave it so much? What is it about the approval of others that satisfies us? For myself, I cannot be alone. My strongest desire in life is attention from others. Not to say that I'm running around, waving my arms, and screaming "Look at me! Look at me!" Not so much. Rather, I simply need people around me in order to feel good about myself. But not just anyone will do. I do not wish to have large amounts of 'friends.' Instead I crave the more intimate relationships. I would rather have a small handful of best friends than a roomful of acquaintances.
But what I want to know is why it is that we can't be alone. I want to know why we need to have that second opinion, that person by our side in order to be content in life. Why are we so afraid of ourselves that we will do whatever it takes to keep from being alone?
Getting attention is another thing to consider. Why do we crave it so much? What is it about the approval of others that satisfies us? For myself, I cannot be alone. My strongest desire in life is attention from others. Not to say that I'm running around, waving my arms, and screaming "Look at me! Look at me!" Not so much. Rather, I simply need people around me in order to feel good about myself. But not just anyone will do. I do not wish to have large amounts of 'friends.' Instead I crave the more intimate relationships. I would rather have a small handful of best friends than a roomful of acquaintances.
But what I want to know is why it is that we can't be alone. I want to know why we need to have that second opinion, that person by our side in order to be content in life. Why are we so afraid of ourselves that we will do whatever it takes to keep from being alone?
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