March 16th...9:40 PM
When you're in high school, I guess you can call it the stage of growing up. It's all about choices. Like many people say, your choices can either make you or break you. Sometimes you have so many options, so many things surrounding you, that it tends to feel like it isn't about choice anymore, it can get so out of control (it may seem that way) that there's nothing to do but just take it. Roll with the punches. Go with the flow. Take the blows. And usually that can hurt more than doing something about it. Sometimes it can be more work than when you get off your butt and do something...but what can you do you're just a high school student?
It's already March 16th and a little late in the school year to be making entries like the ones I will post (daily, if possible). I guess I have always had this secret promise, which I made to myself, that I would record these types of things just to look back on them. I really enjoy contemplating, I prefer to be thoughtful than vapid (which to me seems like a sort of trend in my school). Of course, there are a handful of people who aren't so vapid and are actually quite a good intellectual contribution to society but their only downfall is that they fit into the stereotype I would expect them to be part of.
I don't judge people, who am I to judge? I'm talkative, but I'm extremely observant. I've realized that even if I'm talking I usually tend to notice things that most people don't. Maybe they do, who knows, but usually when I point out something deeply observative they aren't shocked but ponder upon it as if they never realized. Henceforth, when I'm quiet I observe a whole lot more, bringing me to what I'm trying to point out. I observe those who surround me, like most, if not all, humans do. My observations are different because obviously I am not a replica of someone else; I am my own person. But I have this habit. When I look at someone, depending on their body language, the way they speak, and the way the dress, I make an "assumption" or a sort of "judgment" on who they are, what type of person they may be. When I'm right about the "stereotype to which they belong", I'm disappointed. Maybe it's because I'm in high school and I search for more than someone my age should, maybe it's because there isn't a huge variety of people like there is in college or where you work, or maybe it's because you have been surrounded by the same people, if not similar characteristics, your entire life. Things can seem pretty predictable then.
Now, I'm not saying I'm some type of omnipotent psychic that can fortell the horrors of this place we call "home", but what I am saying is that sometimes what you expect out of someone, you receive it. And it really does hit you hard when you see it coming but disregard it for whatever the reason may be. Sometimes it's just better to get a bad experience unexpectedly...you learn better and become stronger that way.
What I'm trying to say is the following: sometimes high school is exactly what you expectedly didn't want.
(...to be continued...)
