The truth.
I seldom seem to update unless something is bothering me. So I may as well make it big.
Things haven't really bothered me recently. Maybe that's just because I'm not letting things get to me. Maybe that's because I have enough passion in my life to drag me out of bed in the morning.
I notice a sort of separation in myself. Perhaps you've seen it, too. It's a sort of separation between philosophy and real life. I would love to be philosophical, or post something to really make you think... but right now? I don't want to think. Shit, I don't see why I should try so hard to make anyone else think either.
So this is me, campaigning against theory, philosophy, hypotheses, argument, rhyme, reason, history, comparison, contrast, the status quo, and just about anything else I've come to adapt to and accept. I'm tired of being conditioned. I think there will be no confusion about the meaning of this post.
Ever since I was popped into the gifted program at the age of 10, I was fed a lie about how university is where the smart kids went. Instead of feeling like a fat, ugly, isolated little nerd, I could fit in with everyone else who was on the same page as me. Now I realize that university is nothing but a place for rich, white kids to argue about things that they have no real life experience to support. It's a method of creating status symbols so that parents my pay to take pride in the accomplishments of their kids. In other words, it would be fantastic to simply start stamping kids off the same assembly line as each generation before.
It would seem even smarter to me to send kids off to college. This way, they would get some real life experience, learn how to do something useful, and get paid for it; rather I'm exposed to all this "general" and "introductory" bullshit.
Closing in on my last three weeks of university, I feel as though I gave school a fair chance. But overall? I think the system is a lie. I congratulate anyone who had a successful first year, but to me, I feel as though I'm farther from knowing what I want to do than ever before. First year didn't guide me; it actually caused me to rethink everyone I believed to be true. Morals, goals, passions and priorities...
Things haven't really bothered me recently. Maybe that's just because I'm not letting things get to me. Maybe that's because I have enough passion in my life to drag me out of bed in the morning.
I notice a sort of separation in myself. Perhaps you've seen it, too. It's a sort of separation between philosophy and real life. I would love to be philosophical, or post something to really make you think... but right now? I don't want to think. Shit, I don't see why I should try so hard to make anyone else think either.
So this is me, campaigning against theory, philosophy, hypotheses, argument, rhyme, reason, history, comparison, contrast, the status quo, and just about anything else I've come to adapt to and accept. I'm tired of being conditioned. I think there will be no confusion about the meaning of this post.
Ever since I was popped into the gifted program at the age of 10, I was fed a lie about how university is where the smart kids went. Instead of feeling like a fat, ugly, isolated little nerd, I could fit in with everyone else who was on the same page as me. Now I realize that university is nothing but a place for rich, white kids to argue about things that they have no real life experience to support. It's a method of creating status symbols so that parents my pay to take pride in the accomplishments of their kids. In other words, it would be fantastic to simply start stamping kids off the same assembly line as each generation before.
It would seem even smarter to me to send kids off to college. This way, they would get some real life experience, learn how to do something useful, and get paid for it; rather I'm exposed to all this "general" and "introductory" bullshit.
Closing in on my last three weeks of university, I feel as though I gave school a fair chance. But overall? I think the system is a lie. I congratulate anyone who had a successful first year, but to me, I feel as though I'm farther from knowing what I want to do than ever before. First year didn't guide me; it actually caused me to rethink everyone I believed to be true. Morals, goals, passions and priorities...