Nervous laughter has to be one of the most obnoxious characteristic of a person
What’s more powerful: looking down the barrel of a gun, or through the lens of a camera?
"Her hair [was] falling in her face but [she was] very composed … I looked at her. Mrs. Kennedy’s dress was stained with blood. One leg was almost entirely covered with it and her right glove was caked, it was caked with blood – her husband’s blood. Somehow that was one of the most poignant sights – that immaculate woman, exquisitely dressed, and caked in blood." - "Lady Bird" Johnson
This photo has to be one of the most emotional photos taken that day, aside from the photos of the assassination site. They asked her if she wanted to change, and her response was, “No, I want them to see what they have done to Jack.” Even though the blood isn’t visible in the photo, we all know it’s still there. The devastation that swept through the nation after this tragic event changed the world. CBS aired for 4 straight days to keep the nation informed. Walter Cronkite was the front man for it all. To think this all took place 50 years ago, it is truly mind blowing.
Never trust a man who crosses his legs like a woman.
Who remembers when you had to buy a newspaper to see the movie times in your area?
I think it’s about time I express who I really am. Through all my posts I have been so serious or simply complain about those around me.
Then I asked myself:
Now that I have accepted my love for gifs and I don’t believe that it will be going away any time soon, I will constantly use them to convey my emotions. What better way to do so. All gifs are, are pictures put together in a loop. They never end, and isn’t that the same as emotions? They are on a constant cycle and never go away.
This is the constant battle in my head.
Get ready. More and more humor is headed your way.
Let me all enlighten you.
You are one of the, let’s say, less attractive person at the table and you are also single. You’re the last one to order so the waitress is obligated to smile at you. To lift your spirits, you’re friends around you make comments along the lines of, “Oh, she likes you!”
Do not be one of those friends. It’s more embarrassing than anything for your friends to throw pity on.
The best things I say are not the ones that I sit and mull over for days, but the words that are impulsive and in the moment that are the best.
If I am as funny as I think I am, I’d have my own late night talk show and hosted SNL by now.
About every other week I get the pleasure to send an email to a group of students I “mentor.” Constructing this email just about brings me the most pleasure and entertainment for the week. I fill it with gifs, jokes, and witty one liners. My humor through the posts I write on here doesn’t always shine through because I take the more serious path when I write personal stuff, but my goodness I am so sarcastic, blunt, and sometimes rude, but my “kids” understand I’m only kidding and they love me for it.
The response I get after each one I send makes me even more happy. They’ve told me that every time they see an email from me they get so excited and makes their day so much better. Who would have thought my simple, humorous email would impact their lives so much. I guess it should be more disappointing that they look more forward to the email than they do actually coming to the programs that I host, but I’ll take what I can get.
I wonder if everyone believes they are normal. You know, even the people that we all look at and think, “whoa, they are some weird creatures shaped as humans. And I thought I had problems.” Do those people fully justify everything they do and say?
I like to think of myself as an average, normal person. I’m kind, courteous, and attempt to do the right thing. I’m a stand up citizen.
I constantly look at others and judge. “Judge not, that ye be not judged.” Yes, I know, but you can not tell me there is a single soul out there who doesn’t look at another and judge them in some way or another.
"Did they wash their hair today?"
"Is there any way you could walk any slower?"
"It would have been nice if you could have said ‘thank you."
And when we think of judging, we instantly think of the negative thoughts we give to others, but what about the reciprocal? When we compliment others, do we not judge them on the fact they are looking good that day, or what they just said was profound and wise? Maybe I’m reaching here, but I’m just trying to justify somethings myself. This is only something that I’ve always questioned.
I don’t wish for everyone to be the same, but I do wish everyone was normal. That we treated each other with respect and had a level head. I know there are illnesses and problems, but for the majority of the population, I just wish that reason and common sense was not so rare.
It’s a funny thing, ignorance.
They say it’s bliss.
Maybe that’s why our world is crumbling at our feet as you’re reading this now. We’re in the age of information. The ignorance is shrinking around us, and along with it is bliss. The peace is going extinct.
If we ignore the facts, the rules, the opinions we are to be much happier. This is if we follow the saying as is. I’m just speculating.
Our lives would be better if we didn’t know of the Holocaust. Thousands of people were killed when planes flew into the World Trade Center? Elvis Presley died?
Imagine how happy everyone would be thinking that Elvis has the possibility of releasing another record soon.
The worst thing in this world is false hope.
I wear sunglasses everywhere I go during the day. Any time I go outside, the shades go down. I do this for two reasons.
1. I don’t like the sun in my eyes. It annoys me. I want to be able to see everything in front of me. And the strain on my forehead gives me a headache.
2. It’s the type of sunglasses. They are mirrored aviators. That way as I walk around I can watch everyone and everything I want without anyone realizing it.
I’ve mentioned this thought before, but never took the time to really elaborate on the subject.
Why did I choose not to join a fraternity?
The number one response to this is that I go to a University where the Greek system is made up of 20% of the undergraduate population, meaning that the prices to join a chapter are absolutely ridiculous. There ain’t no way I’m paying for that.
The second thing is, what am I actually paying for? This is a question debated by all GDI’s, and that is that the majority of people in the Greek system is there to pay for friends, which I believe to be true to a certain extent, and here I will explain why.
From what I understand, which is very little, is that you pretty much have to like everyone in your chapter, even if you don’t really like them, you have to like them. What helps is that everyone has this mentality so even the guys you don’t like will like you. I find this a little unsettling. I don’t want someone to like me because of two or three letters that are attached to my name. They should appreciate me for my snarky comments and Netflix addiction. So in the end, you are paying for friends.
Some people, I do believe, don’t rush to gain a massive amount friends within the first week of school, but because their parents were in the same house as they were and they must carry on that traditions. Others do it for the benefits of helping them get involved, philanthropy events, and simply giving back. These organizations help students study, get involved, and grow as a person, but I believe the cons weigh out the pros.
If we analyze all the men and women in Greek houses we would find that the men are either health gym nuts who want to out-do their douchey-ness or the guys who were just popular enough in high school to be apart of “that group,” but knew that once in college they wouldn’t have the guys they grew up around to fall back on, so they again needed that comfort and go for, as mentioned above, need everyone to like them for having letters. As for the girls, they are all insecure about their looks, social standing, and overall life that they must insure their place on a college campus by wearing their letters. The positive thing out of this is that girls are attracted to those type of guys, and vice versa. Funny how all the plays out just right.
I also did not take kindly to the idea of a bunch of upperclassmen telling me what to do, as if I needed to earn their respect by listening and doing what ever they say. Don’t think so.
In the big scheme of things, Greek organizations are just clubs that college undergraduates get to sit around, be as exclusive as possible by having secrets, and choose who they want in or out of their club. It’s a testosterone thing. Male dominance. Then women’s rights came around and their had to be equal opportunity so the sororities followed suit. The idea of this is the exact opposite as to what college is about in my opinion. We should all be here with open minds, willingness to except the ideas of others, and grow together as our own community. All Greeks do is create a divide, literally. Greek Row vs. the rest of the University. See, it’s happening to me. I don’t want to include the Greeks because the Greeks won’t include me. See how this one works?
Now I may be completely wrong and not know a thing about the Greek system because, well, I’m not apart of it. You can sit and lecture me on this whole “brotherhood” idea, but I can tell you I am not buying it. Friends are friends. I have the ones I want, and I have the ones I don’t want. See how that works, too? (You can here begin to say that I am hypocritical. Why can I be exclusive to chose my friends, but these houses can’t chose who comes in? My response to is this is the difference in personal opinion and self choice, versus the idea of wanting/having a certain social status. You can not tell me you don’t pick your friends. Try to start that argument with me.)
On the other hand I could be stating truths one right after the other. This system is just a bunch of power hungry shenanigans that are fluffed up with traditions.
I’m happy I didn’t choose the Greek life. I hear many people saying that the only way to be successful on a college campus is to join a frat, that way you can meet so many people and gain connections across the campus in a way you wouldn’t be able to in any other way. That’s true, but as for me, if I was to put one more thing on my resume it would go to two pages. I have met some of the most outstanding people I will ever meet, and I’m just a few steps of away from getting the President of the University from knowing my name (it’ll happen before I graduate, you’ll see). I have found my niche, I think. I’ve been more successful than I anticipated, and I didn’t need a chapter or “brotherhood” to hold my hand a long the way. I did it all on my own. I talked to the right people, and had amazing timing. I do not need letters to help me go far, I can go far on my own with the connections and choices I make myself.
So let me get this straight.
I asked if you were free tonight, and it turns out you were. I asked if you wanted to just chill and watch a movie. A movie that I had hardly heard of, but is said to be extremely good. You said sure, but first you must finish your homework. This is understandable if it was a Wednesday night, rather than a Friday night where the two days following are given to you, just so you can get caught up. What about dinner? You’ll just find something at your house, rather than us just getting something together. You then proceed to ask if it’s okay if another friend can come along. The same friend that you hung out with the night before at a get together that you two simply “forgot,” I’m assuming, to invite me to. The friend that is apart of our so called “trio.” I’m okay with it.
Then, I, gather up all my things to get ready and hook the movie up, but then something happens. Plans seem to change. There is another “get together” at the same place from the night before, but instead another game is being played. This time I am invited, only because you had already committed to hang out with me. The other friend is indeed coming because there is definitely going to be alcohol involved.
I just wanted to have a calm night in that wouldn’t last too long. Plans in which I made to be sure I would be comfortable, but then they all seem to be blown up right in my face. I was surrounded by people I did not know and doing and speaking of things that were irrelevant to me. Sure it was fun to see the drunk people run around and be drunk, but that lasted for only about an hour or two. The game played wasn’t even fun because no one knew what they were doing. The rest of the night were filled with pointless arguments and unwanted chatter, with loud obnoxious music to compliment.
I could have not asked a single question and spent the night in my room watching the movie I wanted to see in the first place from my bed and be just as, or possibly even more happy. I would more than likely be asleep right now without the angst against my best friends. I learn my lessons one day.