I have a terribly positive outlook. I give everyone an equal “perfect in my eyes” chance when I meet them, and while I am not naive and know that this is a good way to get hurt, I believe that all people can be good. If you want to get down to the nitty gritty of how I feel, I don’t think that nature is as big of a deal as nurture in the nature vs. nurture argument. I don’t think that anyone can be inherently evil, I just think that people can be misguided.
It is interesting to me that we judge people. Of course, it is impossible not to. Even I have to give myself a pep talk once in a while, “this person is going to be a challenge. They are going to take an open mind and a lot of understanding”. But honestly, what makes my morals, beliefs, and compass of right and wrong the proper one?
Even the people who people love to hate or think of as evil had reasoning for what they did. Do you really think that you could live with yourself if you were doing things polar opposite of your beliefs? Other people probably couldn’t either. So what happened to Adolph Hitler that justified to him that he should be killing Jewish people? What happened to Michael Jackson that allowed him to be okay with touching children inappropriately? What broke inside of the murderer that lets them take another life? How is that person’s perception of property shaped if they are okay stealing? Regardless of how heinous a crime someone else performed I have a hard time saying they are bad people. They did something that is outside of my moral alignment, and the alignment of the majority, but there is a good chance that at some point in history, in some place in the world, that action was performed as an acceptable thing and was supported by the majority. I am not saying that people should go out and murder others because there is someone else out there that would think
it was a great idea; I am saying that maybe we should approach everything with a little more open mind that we do.
Now for that moment of perspective that I was bragging about. My workplace was egged a week ago (seriously egging is a terrible thing to do, it can absolutely mess things up). Fortunately, it was found in time that it could be washed off but I have heard some horror stories about what happens when people are gone for the weekend and their house gets hit. What struck me about the whole thing was this:
Whoever egged the building wanted retaliation against the management who they believed had wronged them. I understand the want for revenge and while I don’t think it is the best thing to actually retaliate, I wish the person who egged the building would have thought it through. The only negative effects that egging the building had for management was an extra phone call when they found the eggs. The people who were really affected by this action were the two maintenance men who had to leave their regular duties to come power wash egg off of our building for five and a half hours. They didn’t even get paid more for this! They are just on the payroll for their regular hours and get paid a set amount regardless of the work they do. This person created a mess that an innocent bystander had to clean up. But for the record, I don’t think they are bad people, I just think they were angry and weren’t thinking as clearly as possible.
Maybe it is stupid of me, when someone does me wrong, to step back and wonder what happened in that person’s life to make them find that to be an acceptable action. Maybe it just gets me hurt to forgive so easily. Does anyone have anything to say about this topic? How do you approach controversial situations or people?
It was the last class of the quarter for one of my classes (Finally!) Having class on Monday night from 6-9pm was a terrible call on someone’s part. I trudged into this class and found my way to a moderately close seat in what is actually a very plush auditorium. The guest speaker was setting his laptop up, and unlike some people that spend half of their time fighting with technology it just seemed to bend to his will. I was midly impressed to start. He had his presentation open on his computer and when it linked to the projector and that’s when I saw slide after slide of zombies. I leaned back a little and thought to myself. Best. Lecture. Ever.
Some days, when I finally pull myself out of bed, I am excited at the prospect of going to work. Right now, I love what I do, and when you love what you do it makes it a little easier to get up and go. This morning I happened to get up at the same time as Jake and Jon. While I usually get up and go about my business no problem without their distractions, when I saw them both up and DRESSED before 9am I got the urge to do something exciting.
As a film student I love thinking about the guts of films. I have annoyed the guys plenty of times marveling out loud, during a film, about some technique that was used in a film. I think its only fair with the things that they marvel at (Breasts, side-boobs, explosions, cars, etc.). I am incredibly fascinated by political ads in particular. It is interesting to me to see the way in which these candidates work to make themselves larger than life. Today I have provided some background and some examples of the ways in which politicians manipulate us through the medium of television.
You know when you walk into your room, and you look at the piles of laundry on the floor, the dust on the dresser, the trash in the garbage bin, and the clean laundry sitting on the bed, and no matter how sorely you may want to tidy it all up, there so much to do the overwhelming feeling makes you say “Fuck it, I’ll do it later?”
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There was a sale on strawberries a few days ago, .89 cents for a pack that is regularly $3.00. Needless to say, since Jon and I were the ones shopping, we came home with ten packs of strawberries. After eating 6 of those packs in 24hours, Jon and I decided to go back and get more. They were out of strawberries, not too surprising, it was a smoking deal. But… since it was Jon and me shopping… we threw away our list that had two things on it, strawberries and shampoo, and came home with a handle of vodka for the Frankenstein cocktails (Frankenstein is a house name) that I ask Boone to make me whenever he is willing, some shampoo, a box of Smirnoff ice, a lunch box, and a sampler box of K-Cups. The first thing I did when we got home was rip open the box of K-cups and sort them into flavors. I can get so excited over coffee.
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There was a twinkle in her eye that night. The vanity lights on the bathroom mirror made her skin look warm. She twirled the mascara wand through her lashes and poked tiny pearls into her ears. She then carefully teased her hair into cooperation with a tiny yellow bow.
She pulled on a knee length summer dress over her head, careful to avoid her hair and makeup. She slid the pantyhose up her legs, and slipped her feet into dainty white flats. Her favorite purse came off the shelf and she took care to organize her things in the pockets to make it seem as if she used it every day. Read the rest of this entry