The only reason I have taken so long in writing anything is because school has swallowed me and taken me down this dark vortex....
The start of school can be both ehiliarant and distressing. Really, it's that first day that kind of determines how the whole year will go. For some strange reason you believe that everything will be awesome and different...
...Only to find out after that first bell rings, that it'll be all the exact same outcome as last year and the year previous. So what is it that anticipates us?
Please note that I specifically talk to those with little friends and/or the lack of desire to obtain them. Yes, we do exist.
Like me for instance, I like observing people. And I mean really observe them. How they talk. What they chose to talk about. Why they chose that topic. Who they sit with. Of course everybody does this, but my type of observations are slightly distinct from others. I used to think that it was because I felt lonely and desired company. Later I learned that it wasn't quite so. People fascinated me. From afar. It was like that crocodile hunter and his love for nature.
Also, I function better with little acquaintance. All those years of agonizing public discomfort finally made sense to me. It was never about my inner introvert, it was because I saw them (people) as subjects of observation and that's how I wanted it to stay.
Oh the relief. There wasn't anything wrong with me. I was and am a loner. A comfortable one. This last year (however it may turn out) I plan to end it with more psychological knowledge than I ever planned on annexing to my own-self. I can even taste my own astonishment and expectancy.
So for me, it isn't graduating that I find exciting. It's what I'll end up knowing and finding out about myself that I look forward to.
This may sound a bit harsh but honestly, I could emotionally care less for most of my pupils. And no, I feel no remorse for such cold and phlegmatic sentiment. Considering myself validly amiable, I share no concern for them, for none deserve strong judgement from me. Some, might confuse this with conceit. But really, I just don't like the idea of expressing myself to the fullest and someone taking my expressions and using them lightly. I will not stand for that. I don't like ignorant schmucks*.
Well I believe, I got slightly off of subject...
The start of school can be both ehiliarant and distressing. Really, it's that first day that kind of determines how the whole year will go. For some strange reason you believe that everything will be awesome and different...
...Only to find out after that first bell rings, that it'll be all the exact same outcome as last year and the year previous. So what is it that anticipates us?
Please note that I specifically talk to those with little friends and/or the lack of desire to obtain them. Yes, we do exist.
Like me for instance, I like observing people. And I mean really observe them. How they talk. What they chose to talk about. Why they chose that topic. Who they sit with. Of course everybody does this, but my type of observations are slightly distinct from others. I used to think that it was because I felt lonely and desired company. Later I learned that it wasn't quite so. People fascinated me. From afar. It was like that crocodile hunter and his love for nature.
Also, I function better with little acquaintance. All those years of agonizing public discomfort finally made sense to me. It was never about my inner introvert, it was because I saw them (people) as subjects of observation and that's how I wanted it to stay.
Oh the relief. There wasn't anything wrong with me. I was and am a loner. A comfortable one. This last year (however it may turn out) I plan to end it with more psychological knowledge than I ever planned on annexing to my own-self. I can even taste my own astonishment and expectancy.
So for me, it isn't graduating that I find exciting. It's what I'll end up knowing and finding out about myself that I look forward to.
This may sound a bit harsh but honestly, I could emotionally care less for most of my pupils. And no, I feel no remorse for such cold and phlegmatic sentiment. Considering myself validly amiable, I share no concern for them, for none deserve strong judgement from me. Some, might confuse this with conceit. But really, I just don't like the idea of expressing myself to the fullest and someone taking my expressions and using them lightly. I will not stand for that. I don't like ignorant schmucks*.
Well I believe, I got slightly off of subject...
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