I'm going to be honest, I am in college right now, junior year, and I've always felt like it was a prison. I just can't seem to get the hang of it... *sigh* It's really a nuisance. Yes, it has helped me grow intellectually, and I've made a few friends here and there, but the damned bureaucracy gets me down everytime. Plus I generally find the unimaginative and simplistic people around me to be rather boring. Most people I meet are boring because they believe in pretense, and to me pretense is boring. You know that moment when you walk up to someone for the first time and you make the polite conversation expected of you, and you tailor all of your responses to cater to the needs of the other person, possibly so they are not offended? Yeah. I'm bored with that. I'd rather someone be who they are and offend me properly than put up with that bull**** front we all have to deal with.
Anyway, so sorry. What does this have to do with your original post? Well...
Amazing to me how they seem fine with what they are doing and their place in life.
To me this is a beautiful line because I often find myself wondering the same thing. How can people be content with the little they're given? To me, everything seems so terribly understimulating. Nothing is funny, nothing is overly exciting, no one is very personable unless you kiss their ass for 10 minutes before hand, and when people do get interesting, it's usually after having spent an exhausting amount of time trying to coax them out of their shell. Why do we live in a world like that? Honestly, who needs that? The monotony, I would say, is due to the modern fascination with schedules and doing things solely for the sake of doing them (so that we can say we've done them - human doings) instead of garnering any real growth from the experience. I often feel like if I just lived in another time period, my life would be set. Maybe...can't be too sure. But there's a good chance of it. Americans spend so much of their time running around like chickens without a head, trying to reach some kind of deadline, trying to keep the world spinning at an intolerable and quite impossible pace...when will we slow it down enough to recognize eachother? Or to grow from what we are doing? Is it enough to say, "Yes, all I did yesterday was go to work for 8 hours, but I learned something about myself." No, that's not enough, you have to go to work for 8 hours, and then go around telling people all the other things you did after that. Being a power-horse is in vogue, but being deeply touched by anything is...well...for sissies and tree-huggers. I mean, what does your life mean if you can't TELL people a good story? If you can't list off your credentials to every dumbass, mundane prick with an ear? Who are you, even? And if you can't, well you're stuck at home, wondering why you don't want to do anything all the time, whereas everyone else finds it just peachy-keen to run the world for you. It's a serious blow to your self-esteem, and it certainly gives rise to the idea that maybe you are not who you are based on the connections you make, or the deeply touching experiences you have, but in fact because of what you can say to other people at fancy dinners, i.e. what you've been up to; what hard evidence do you have as to your identity?
Anyway, that's my beef with the universe. It is quite possible that that is how it works for you? Get back to me if this is true, if not, go ahead and call me out on it. We can have ourselves a nice discussion on the matter
~CeCe