I have put off writing a new post lately because whenever I feel inspired to write a post it's been pretty emotionally charged. Not emotionally charged in the 'I'm going to strangle the next person to leave the seat up' way, but in the 'everyone should think about other people's feelings before acting' kind of way.
But I'm not going to put my post off anymore because I can't even stand the amount of human beings that have been reckless with other people's feelings. I have been accused of worrying too much my whole entire life. I worry about a lot of things. I'm 100% certain I have at least a minor anxiety disorder, so naturally one of the things I worry about is what other people feel. Now before you jump on me and give me the whole YOU SHOULD NEVER CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK speech of ridiculousness, please reread what I just wrote.
I worry about what other people feel.
I think somewhere growing up, we (when I say we, I'm referring to the 20-somethings that are currently trying to figure out how the HELL we're supposed to fix the mess of the planet we currently inhabit thank you very much) were fed such a clusterfuck of ways to live life that we all got lost along the way. Somewhere in being told we shouldn't care what others think of us, we thought it was okay to stop thinking about what others felt. That, folks, makes you a goddamn sociopath. For some reason, we collectively decided that those living on impulse are freer than those who think about decisions. I know for certain I would be significantly unhappier as a human being if all my decisions were based on impulse. I don't know where I'm really going with this. Mostly, I just want all the 20-somethings to really consider what they're doing and who they effect on the path to their own happiness. We live with billions of other people on this planet. Our dreams are no more important than the inhabitant of the shopping cart fort at Western and Bosworth under I-90/94. We are not special because we exist. This generation is on the cusp of something that looks like a revolution and you are foolish if you disagree. This world is about to boil over and we should be feeling it under our feet. We're being held behind by people who think their happiness is more important than universal happiness. Their healthcare is more important than universal healthcare. Their love in more important than universal love.
How-To: Not Be A Sociopath (or a member of the Tea Party)
1) What is your dream?
2) How do you make that happen?
3) Does that hurt other people?
4) If no, proceed to next step. If yes, repeat steps 1-3 until the answer to 3 is no.
5) Pursue dream. Revisit list as needed.
Guys. Can I talk about more feelings? Is that okay? Great. I have a lot of them.
I think about eulogies a lot. I don't know where I heard it first but you know that cliche people always use about someone lighting up a room when he or she walks into it? I think it's a popular one in eulogies. Either way, I want someone to be able to say that in my eulogy and really mean it. If I get married, I want my husband to say that about me. If someone ever falls tragically, magically in love with me (because all great love stories are a little tragic and a little magic), I want him, or her I guess, to say that about me. I want to live my life so anyone can say I light up a room and mean it. I want someone to love me because I know my dreams are not important enough to destroy others and I know I am not special because I exist.
DAMN. Alright. Enough feelings. I've been listening to Fun.'s live 6 song EP on repeat for hours and Fun. concerts quite literally free my soul so creative juices are flowing. I think I just need a beer or 10.
I did want to rant about that Duck Dynasty bigot but I won't because he thinks that African Americans are equal to white trash SO WHY IS THERE ANY DEBATE ABOUT ANYTHING REGARDING THAT RACIST ASS?
Also I did want to rant about the asshole that came into work tonight. But I'll just give a quick synopsis of the conversation because I don't think it requires a rant either.
Man: Hey can I book an appointment on New Year's Eve for my girlfriend?
Me: Unfortunately, we're completely booked for New Year's.
Man: Even for a man trying to book for his girlfriend?
Me: *disbelieving stare*
Man: Is chivalry really dead?
Me: Yes. (Internal dialogue: Obviously it's dead because nasty pigs like you exist and all of a sudden because you remind me you're a man I'm supposed to let you do whatever you want? REALLY? Just leave. Do not hold the door for me either, please let it hit you on the way out.)
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