Thursday, November 14, 2013

What is wrong here.

Life. The greatest gift we are given. And so many people abuse it like it's just a right. It isn't. Why am I writing this?

I am inspired to write this because I have become increasingly aware of the polarity of the world. I'm not talking about the gargantuan superheated sphere that allows compasses to work, I'm referring to the people who crawl on the surface of this rock. I also just noticed there is a corrosion hole that is growing every day on my computer. Back to the philosophy: 

I believe there are four corners to the quadrangle of humanity: Those who are intelligent and good people, those who are stupid and good people, those who are intelligent and bad, and those who are downright idiots and assholes. I hate generalizing, but it allows us to understand the universe better, like classifying a planet the size of Jupiter an Earth-like planet.

My roommate falls into category two: although not truly stupid, he's messy, disorganized, not very bright but a total "Good guy." Always willing to turn down the music or do the dishes. We are too different to live together, and that lead to a meeting with the residence coordinator that got me a guaranteed move in December at the end of semester. He is in category one. 

I am scared of confronting people. I end up shaking for fifteen minutes afterwards uncontrollably, the only immediate cure for which is piano playing. I was scared this was going to happen. Instead, I got greeted by this young guy with a huge smile on his face. The meeting went well and I actually left it smiling. 

Where am I going with this... oh yes. I look around this residence, even in my room, and I ponder my situation. On the wall of my room, there is a patch because a hole was put there - sometime in the last seven years that this building has existed. there are scratches on all the walls. The fridge looks like someone dropped it out the window (I am on the fifth floor). In the 17 years that I lived in my family's house, never once did a hole appear in the wall, or did the fridge get dented. This makes me wonder: what kind of people are doing this?

Confusion continues. I can't figure it out. There are only a few true morons in residence that I've met, and that number just doesn't add up to how many broken things there are here. I think the problem is that people don't respect the world enough. That's all I can think of. Sorry. They don't fit into my four categories. They are an entity of their own, people who could be any of those but shouldn't exist due to their simple lack of ability to recognize the importance of their surroundings.