i still don't understand people who stress over things that really won't matter in the future. but at the same time, i'm guilty of doing it sometimes.
i still don't understand how people can't see the effect their actions have on the people and enviroment around them.
i still don't understand why people are so selfish.
i still don't understand how people can see violence as a solution to any problem.
i still don't understand how "self defense" could be used and accepted as an excuse for violence.
i still don't understand how having guns makes people feel safe. is it really comforting for someone to know they have the power to hurt, or even kill, someone?
i still don't understand why people want to look and act the same.
i still don't understand why it's better to lie about or change who you are to be liked and accepted by others.
i still don't understand why getting a good grade is more important than actually understanding the material. and i hate that school is making me start to become more concerned with grades.
i still don't understand how people can actually believe anyone deserves to go to hell, especially if only for their different, and perhaps misunderstood, beliefs.
i still don't understand not thinking for yourself, following someone else's rules and regulations, or allowing a book, leader, or anything else to tell you what's wrong and right.
i still don't understand disrespect.
i still don't understand why people refuse to be more open minded to things that are different.
i still don't understand why we constantly try to live up to society's expectations, and i still don't understand who could create such impossible standards.
i still don't understand why people are encouraged to be different, to be individuals, but the moment they do something against everyone else they're looked down on for it.
i don't understand why we always want something different- something better. why can't we learn to be happy with what we have?
why is it so hard to be happy with what and who you are? why can't i be happy with everything about myself? i try but it's just so hard. and i'm discontent with silly things, things that shouldn't even matter.
i'm tired... |