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It's odd. The other day I was talking on the phone with a boy I know, and he was watching a movie about a school shooting and we were going back and forth about how it's cool. Just because he hates people and I love gore. I find it facinating.
And not even two weeks later, we have a damn assembly for an hour about columbine, (the worst school shooting in US history. Took place in 1999) or more specific about the first girl killed. Her name was Rachel Joy Scott. She died at age 17. She wrote an essay, five months before her death, titled "My ethics; My codes of life" and it challenges the reader to show compassion and kindness, in hopes to make others feel good enough to be kinder to others and start a chain reaction. Basically a pay if foward deal.
Many scoff at that. "Why should I be nice to others when they're not nice to me? Why should I put on a smile and think happy thoughts and live in some dillusional fantasy because some girl wrote about it?" I know I did when I was first listening to the assembly. I'm bitter, I don't trust others, I don't want to overbear myself, I don't want to leave my arms open and get shot through the heart. We all have the fear of hurt. It takes a stronger person to stand up and show an unconditional love for all others, dispite their differences, than to shut everyone out. There are those who aren't person people and/or just don't care for people. It happens and I accept that.
It's an idealistic world to think of if all people were kinder. Not to mention, it's best to have moderately nice people ane moderately corrupt people. If the world had radical kind people, it would throw off the natural balance, and create worse corrupted beings than at the begining. But none the less, it's a comforting thought.
But let me tell you, I am not one to break down often, especially in school. And I was so close to it after the assembly. What's worse.. my math teacher was being a hoebag and pushed me over the edge and I broke down in the middle of class. Yeah, call me emotional. It got to me. And it's just irony that my teacher didn't care. We just went through some assembly about being compassionate. And my teacher didn't care to know what was wrong with me when tears were spilling down my face. ******** irony.
-Schizoid
 Refined Corruption · Sat Nov 05, 2005 @ 01:34am · 2 Comments |
