Life should be simple. Or simpler. What makes someone happy should make the rest of the world happy.
...Right?
The world would be better off if we were all clones, though not in appearance, but mentality.
Or is the fact that we are all different and conflicting with each other... make the world better. Or life?
Sure, differences make us the definition of HUMAN. It allows people to experience a wide variety of things that they couldn't in an overly controlled environment.
It allows for progress. But also the things that prevent progress.
Love and pain.
Would pain exist in a controlled environment where no one knew of "what could be"?
Is ignorance really bliss?
In my opinion, yes, until the truth comes up from behind and bites you in the ass.
A truth you never expected hurts far worse than something you were waiting to happen. Or does the waiting make it hurt more? Possibly depending on how okay you are with it. But no... I think the unexpected hurts much more.
So... IS ignorance bliss? Can you prevent yourself from knowing the truth? Because if you can... then it is bliss.
Differences make the world diverse.
But it creates complexity.
What one person loves, another downright hates.
Naturally there are people who won't settle for what they don't like, don't want to compromise, don't want to give up something for the sake of everyone else, for their community, country, animals, the world.
People are far too selfish to agree.
Too set on themselves to care for how their actions affect others.
Therefore world peace is unattainable.
People sicken me.
I understand why they do things... but I don't understand WHY they do things, perhaps in the grand scheme of things. I don't understand why they don't think, or notice, or realize things beyond their personal bubble...
More people should be like me. =P
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I still cannot believe this happened. It's so cliche, and it happened to ME.
I still can't help but smile when I think about it.
What happened?
Stop stalling and get on with it, I almost hear you say?
As usual on Monday and Wednesdays, I sat down in the lounge at Hanna Hall, after my math class just to have a down time of an hour and a half until my next class. Sure, I try to do homework, but let's be honest... my new phone is very distracting.
Today I tried to bring my Economics text book, planning on reading it and doing the questions for it. I would get a ways, spend 5 minutes on my phone. 5 more minutes of working the question... skim... phone. Etc. Now and then I looked around me. Mostly... I looked to my left. First, at least.
The first time I recall doing this, there was a guy laying on the couch 3 seats away, facing me. I looked to my right quickly, shrugging it off.
I did this again a bit later, during my "break" while working. He was still there, still looking my way.... A bit creepy, but, still, he couldn't possibly be looking at ME, and his position on the couch didn't really offer any other choices...
A lady sat between us a minute later, to which I breathed a sigh of relief. This time I tried my absolute hardest not to look.
But eventually I did.
This time he was sitting up. His whole body was turned my way, and... I could swear he was looking at me. I couldn't look away for a second or two. And in that time, he didn't look away.
So I determined he was either looking at me or very focused on something behind me, which was relatively easy considering there was a glass wall behind me.
I looked right back to my hw. Heart pounding, I sent a text to Hayden telling him my beliefs of the guy staring at me.
I fixated my sight soley on what lay in front me, my heart set on not looking at him. A few minutes passed and he stood up. Paced a bit.... a ways in front of me (but I could see his feet as I tried working... or rather as I pretended to work.)
He stopped a few feet in front of me. And even though I don't quite recall what prompted me, but I said either said "Sorry?" or "Huh?" as I looked up at him.
He asked what I was working on. Then sat in the chair next to me. Kinda cute. Looks to be of some Russian descent or something, which might explain how very light accent (if he has one at all), lightly brown or tanned, similar colored hair, greenish hazel eyes, and eyebrows that need a few pluckings to prevent a possible future unibrow. In like 10 years or so.
After I told him about what I was working on, and that he wasn't interrupting me because I'd been "interrupting myself" this entire time, and it'd be "good to have an excuse," he had a friend appear. Who had a mohawk.
He introduced me to Mohawk, saying he was bugging his new acquaintance whose name he didn't even know, but still wanted to introduce him to me. Mohawk let it slip that the guy's name is Gates.
Mohawk gave Gates back his electric cigarette.
...
Well, I guess fake is better than real in that sense.
He ended up talking about this book he read with a romance between a robot and a human, and that he got into it. "So you want your girlfriend to be a robot?" Then he introduced alien tentacles. And said that if his next relationship had a robot and tentacles somewhere, he'd be set.
To be married.
(Yes the last sentence was a bit awkward)
Then he could just picture, next to his tattoo of a T-rex holding a lightsaber, he'd have something with a robot with tentacles.
"So you have a tattoo of a T-rex with a lightsaber?"
"No, but I should."
This led to a discussion of what would be more awesome than a T-rex, with a lightsaber? That it has to be something with retarded arms (his word), and something that shoots lightning out of its mouth.
"So now the T-rex has to be breathing lightning on your tattoo."
We eventually separated ways. Both of our classes started at 6:30. He had French. Funny.
And this took me a while to figure out, but it was bugging the hell out of me.
The "kinda cute" I mentioned earlier?
Let's put it this way: he looks either like he just woke up or he'd been smoking some pot (disheveled hair, partially closed eyes, blank-ish stare). And he has a similar facial structure of a flawed Robert Pattinson. Like... as if he was God's rough draft of Robert. Get what I'm saying? I don't really find Robert that attractive, but I get why girls think he's handsome.
He has that... prick sort of vibe around him, too. But hey. I try not to base my opinions on people solely on their first impression.
Maybe more later. Doing this on phone and about to pass out.
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