“Be nice”, they said. “Always be nice.” As important as it is to say nice things often, it’s also necessary that you remember to say things only when you mean them. I learned it the hard way. But, I guess, the hard way is always the appropriate way. Your little, harmless exaggerations could very well make someone’s day. Put a nice smile on their face. Making people smile… isn’t that nice? That satisfaction. Man. Just awesome. Gets you real high. But those things you say, start losing their value. If you go around telling everybody you meet that you love them, then when the time comes when you actually feel like you really; just really LOVE them; that phrase won’t mean a thing. You’d have to invent a whole new phrase to show them what you mean, and that’s a total drag. You don’t have to be an I-love-you-prude. Just say it when you mean it.
It’s the same case with letting people into your mind. When you’re the kind of person who tells just about anyone your deepest secrets, then it doesn’t matter who you confide in. Save the good stuff for the right people. I’m sure you all have them. Those right people.
If you’d do anything for anyone, then what sets apart your people from everyone else? Yeah, sure, you’d know. But who cares what you know? Unless there comes a day when you can feed your thoughts into a computer and actually show it to those people, you have no definitive way of letting them know what they mean to you.
Certain things in life make sense only when you’re going through it yourself. To me, this is one of those things. And when you talk about these things you can’t really be sure you’re making sense. Yes, it’s kind of a bummer. So, I’m just going to go with my gut. Have a good day everybody. And hopefully you’re keepin it real! 🙂
When we’re down, every little flaw around us is obvious. Even a tiny bump in the road can seem like a matter of concern. I get so pissed sometimes.. for absolutely nothing. Must be all the studying I’m having to do lately. All the time away from my people. I get murderous every time my Giraffe of a benchmate hides my view of the cute guy or when one of my naturally annoying teachers decide to be a little more annoying. As I drown in that ocean of contempt for literally “every fucking thing”, comes along math class to resuscitate me.
No, I was never a huge fan of Math. Didn’t like it, didn’t hate it. This year, however, it’s different and THAT I’m grateful for. I’ve met a lot of people in my life. Interesting, good, bad, lame, moral, and on goes the list. But, never have I ever met someone like my Math teacher. He is hands down the best Math teacher there ever will be and also happens to be an even more exceptional person. Exceptional enough to have me waiting for Math class every day.
We see flawless people on TV everyday. I do, I mean, I’m a Sherlockian! But this is my first encounter with such flawlessness in reality. I can’t even begin to understand how someone with accomplishments this huge, could be so kind, down to earth. In a world where children are considered to be hilariously inferior to adults, this man treats us like we matter. Perhaps it’s all of his well earned respect, that makes it seem like impressing him with our potential will be one of our greatest achievements. We don’t know much about his personal life, or his life out of school itself to begin with. The thing is, I don’t think anyone cares! He is our Math teacher and how he is with us is all that matters.
All my life I had the idea that image was everything. Knowing how to handle people and getting them to think, what I’d like them to think of me was my life’s goal because I come from a generation where everyone admire good looking people with a sharp tongue and “cool stuff”. I see the vanity in all that now.
Character is everything. When no one who knows you would want to change a thing about you, THAT’s respect and THAT is the respect I hope to earn someday. If a person can make even MATH seem interesting, then THAT is the kind of people’s skill I’d like for myself. If I am ever known as somebody, someone like him is who I wanna be. What about you?