People
It is really just amazing how much people can ignore eachother. But it is even more amazing how they claim to love each other while behaving with blatant apathy. That Roper Poll in 1997 showed that most people want to clean up the environment but aren't willing to make a major lifestyle change to do so, but it seems to me that people aren't willing to make a major lifestyle change for anything but their own selfish reasons. I might just be a hopeless romantic in that sense, but I like to think I do give up my own happiness on occasion if my friend needs something. It amazes me how people aren't even willing to stop littering around me when they know I would just gladly take their garbage from them to throw away if they are so lazy that they can't take it to a trash can. It isn't like it is hard, and it does make me upset. If you read this you know that now and have no excuses.
It is mostly small stuff like that that people do to show how little I mean to them. Some of my friends seem to care at least enough where they will let me throw out their garbage, others don't even care enough to put a tie back on a candy bag after they use it. But I'm used to it Steve, so I don't even mention this stuff anymore really. I just pick up after you. It doesn't really bother me much. But most people are worse.
I am most angry at myself though, for continuing to cause myself grief by concerning myself with their lives. I really just need to stop caring like most everyone else. They all seem much happier for it. All those brainless and heartless morons at school who just leave the parkinglot each night looking like a waste dump seem to be really happy -- they don't even care if the empty chip bags they shoved under someone's windshield wipers attract bees and they get stung when they take them out. I guess something must be wrong with me, cuz' I really can't enjoy that like everyone else.
I need a hug maybe. GIVE ME A HUG!
Two monks were washing their bowls in the river when they noticed a scorpion that was drowning. One monk immediately scooped it up and set it upon the bank. In the process he was stung. He went back to washing his bowl and again the scorpion fell in. The monk saved the scorpion and was again stung.
The other monk asked him, "Friend, why do you continue to save the scorpion when you know it's nature is to sting?"
"Because," the monk replied, "to save it is my nature."
It is mostly small stuff like that that people do to show how little I mean to them. Some of my friends seem to care at least enough where they will let me throw out their garbage, others don't even care enough to put a tie back on a candy bag after they use it. But I'm used to it Steve, so I don't even mention this stuff anymore really. I just pick up after you. It doesn't really bother me much. But most people are worse.
I am most angry at myself though, for continuing to cause myself grief by concerning myself with their lives. I really just need to stop caring like most everyone else. They all seem much happier for it. All those brainless and heartless morons at school who just leave the parkinglot each night looking like a waste dump seem to be really happy -- they don't even care if the empty chip bags they shoved under someone's windshield wipers attract bees and they get stung when they take them out. I guess something must be wrong with me, cuz' I really can't enjoy that like everyone else.
I need a hug maybe. GIVE ME A HUG!
Two monks were washing their bowls in the river when they noticed a scorpion that was drowning. One monk immediately scooped it up and set it upon the bank. In the process he was stung. He went back to washing his bowl and again the scorpion fell in. The monk saved the scorpion and was again stung.
The other monk asked him, "Friend, why do you continue to save the scorpion when you know it's nature is to sting?"
"Because," the monk replied, "to save it is my nature."