Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Counteract

I was in a mood when I wrote that last post, but, on principle, I will not edit it.

The strange thing is that I had just had a really nice day.

Now I want to counteract the mood set by my last post with something pleasant. I haven't posted something really pleasant in a while. Mostly frustration and criticisms of things that I have been frustrated with.

I am a happy person.

I put smiley faces in my text messages because I'm smiling as I type them :)

Sometimes I zone out while looking at nature.

I love Grandma's Homestyle Fudge Chocolate Chip Cookies, and I can get them from the campus vending machine for 65¢!

I know a lot of very beautiful people.

I get to dance with my friends every Friday!

I play super hero games on my phone.

I have a massive family and they all live right here!!

My hair is finally long enough to wear in a ponytail, so I do.

My dad calls me whenever I post a "concerning" blog post or Facebook status.

There is a girl in my Abnormal Psychology class who is a good example of every lecture.

I have 23 followers. Most of whom I don't know.

I might be late for class because I insisted on sitting here writing about happy things.

It is a needful thing for a brain like mine to have a place to overflow. Thank you all for reading my blog.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Broken Penny

There have been 106,456,367,669 people that have lived on this planet based off of a research done in 2002. There are just over 6 Billion people living now which means that you, as an individual are 0.0000000009% of all of the humans reported to have ever lived. Don't check my math, but break a penny into one hundred billion pieces and one piece is more than you're worth in the pocket of the richest man alive.

Congratulations on your college degree and six figure income, but guess what: Subtract your age from about 80 and that's how many years you have left on this earth and then what will it matter because you'll be dead.

I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about these numbers, so I had to write them down. If you're still reading then there is something really wrong with you. Don't worry though because there's something wrong with me too and that's why I'm here now.

If I don't matter then what does? Really. What does? I'm asking you. I don't know, but I know a few things that don't. I'm special because most people don't know what I know. Most Americans grow up in suburbs and are taught that they should go to a public school and then a private university. They should get a degree and then work 9 - 5.

The 2006 - 2008 American Census says that 27% of Americans between 25 - 34 have degrees. It is also reported that most people who obtain degrees will end up in jobs that don't require them. Lets say that most means 51% and conclude that 87% of Americans DO NOT achieve this goal. Great job, America. Can we say, "Unrealistic Expectations?"

If we have an estimated 13% success rate then why do we do it? There is a 16% chance of death while playing Russian Roulette. Think about that. Why do we continue on, generation after generation preaching this nonsense? I think that it is because, even though deep down we all know the truth, we're either afraid to speak up or we're too distracted by the fantasy.

I, as the Champion of Mediocrity, choose to speak up. I don't have anything new or revolutionary to say, but I have to say it. Not for you, but for me.

I have a mediocre job and a mediocre apartment. Other mediocre things that I have include, but are not limited to: my fashion sense, my academic ability, my spirituality, my love life, and my social status.

This isn't a confessional or a plea for approval, this is a declaration that I am aware that mediocre is a relative adjective with no real meaning except weight given to it by that which the subject is compared to. This post is a spit in the face of all of those who have set their arrogant standard by which they measure the worth of the lives of others. It may be juvenile, but, what can I say? I'm in a spiteful mood and I need to somehow get rid of these beer goggles of life that I've been given.

I realize all of this but it hasn't made any significant change in my life. This bugs me. I think that it is easy to realize the falseness of something, but then exponentially more difficult to find the truth. Lies don't make great things happen, nor does the uncovering of one. Truth is the only real motivator.

I'm sorry if you hoped to read some great moral statement or learn something truly inspiring by my post, but this isn't that kind of entry. If you have read this and had something come to mind, please comment. I don't care if what came to mind was the fact that you had to go to the bathroom.