You know, I always have the hardest time with journals and blogs. I'm not interesting, or at least I don't think I am. But for some reason, I think it's a cool idea to journal or blog. But then I don't actually like looking back on them, because it's weird to see how I used to think. I guess it's because I'm the type of person that doesn't really like at the past. It's not interesting and I already carry my notions of people and things.
That aside, I have a 78 in AP Literature, but that's kind of expected. This quarter I decided to try being a slacker out for the first time ever, and well, that's where it got me. Although it's not entirely fair, because the teacher hasn't graded some things, amongst a couple of other problems. But you know, I don't really care. I mean sure, it's not very impressive to McGill, but I don't really care. Like, why don't teachers ever understand that? I honestly don't care. I especially don't particularly care about their presonal lives or decisions most of the time. Like my senior social studies (which I have a 100 in, whilst trying the slacker thing out) teacher. She fucking had us debate whether or not she should get an iPad or MacBook Pro. No one really cares, because they won't be there next year. And plus, it's not that entirely exciting.
Then again, who really cares about this journal? People are selfish. Haha, you know, whenever I say selfish, I always think of shellfish. Anyway, that's not a cynical thing at all. It's just 100% true. We're designed to be selfish. We're all set out on this little path of life of ours, and all we care about is living and carrying on our legacy some way or another. I mean, I don't go steady with people because they like me; it's because I like them. I is always the operative thing with humans, and all of life for that matter.
But maybe the philosophy of "I don't care" and that everyone's selfish (I keep on thinking of shellfish haha...) is just the trend of my generation. I grew up with so many adults that are so self-consumed and materialistic. I mean, sure my parents weren't that way, but many of the teachers were. I mean, they feign caring, but it's all about me. So, I guess being raised by the me generation made mine the generation of apathy.
And you know, I haven't gone anywhere in this journal. Like really, I haven't. I've just talked about what I think, not how I feel. That's another of my problems I guess; I hate communicating emotions. Well, I don't actually hate it; I just do it sparingly. I just think that broadcasting all the ups and downs makes my emotions seem trivial and petty. So I guess, I really only communicate the huge swings; when something really awesome happens, something really strange happens, or something awful happens.
Anyway, I'm just gonna terminate this. I was gonna talk about my asthma, and hatred of chlorinated swimming environments, but who actually cares? So, that's all folks.