All my classes are decent. And I like them because they’re set up so that I don’t have to worry about presentations and all that stuff. Just homework every once in a while, and mostly reading. There’s just so much walking to do. I mean, I used to run every day so it’s not that much of a problem but it’s just annoying that my classes are on completely different sides of campus. And my car is even further away. The only reason I’m really bitching is the fact it’s freezing out and the sidewalks are poorly cleaned off so I slip and slide everywhere. Bleh.
In other news, I’ve decided to quit Gmod comic making. Not like I did much of anything over the past months but I finally said it.
Sometimes, when you share personal experiences with other people you learn that there are people out there that are… far more fucked up than you could ever imagine (I bet you were expecting me to say ‘much worse off than you’. WRONG). It’s both heart-warming to learn this and also a bit upsetting because such terrible people usually latch themselves onto the best, and the best are caring enough to put up with the horrid things that come from this.
Personally, I don’t give enough of a shit to put up with people like that. So I guess I’m somewhere between the best and the worst. Yay me!
Last night was absolutely amazing. The day was supposed to be set as a miserable one for me but due to fate or what have you, everything ended up being grand.
And then things went in a very different direction that I definitely wasn’t expecting, and something I didn’t think was going to happen for some time ended up happening. And it’s made a mess. And I’m the person who will be cleaning it up and making sure things don’t get worse. I said that’s what I was going to do, and I am going to go through with it.
Last year, my speech/public speaking class professor spoke a lot about empathy. What that has to do with speaking, I don’t really know, but I took what she taught to heart and really tried to go about life putting myself in “everyone else’s shoes.” But that ended with me being hurt a lot by people.
Now, though, I really don’t care. And when I do try to care or show that I care, the people I’m trying to show it to end up reminding me why I stopped being empathetic and started being 90% apathetic. Not giving a fuck is an amazing way to go about life. And I don’t mean in the sense of “Oh, boohoo, no one cares so I don’t care about them.” I’m talking about it in the sense that I generally don’t worry about other people’s problems anymore, just as they generally don’t care about mine. It’s nice. It’s really peaceful and calming. The other 10%, well… I care about you either way.
Only the first part, though. I want to explain something to you, reader. LOST is, in the end, my favorite show for many reasons. Not only because I think the character development is rather damn nifty over everything else out there. But also because it’s actually made me think about the world. A silly thing for a TV show to do but it’s the truth.
