It seems that to me, my biggest downfall is my fear of the awkward. Awkward silence, bad jokes, terrible hygiene, confrontation; the list goes on. But for some reason, I have an obsession with one of the most awkward of activities: staring at people. When people ask me what my favorite activity is in life; which, by the way, is an awkward question to ask in the first place, I usually respond with some b.s. answer: cooking, playing drums, watching movies, and participating in other standard activities a youthful aging teenager would participate in on a daily basis. I've been thinking a lot about life and such recently, and I think I have to admit my real number one passion in life would have to be people watching. For some reason, I get a sick pleasure out of staring at strangers, judging them, making social commentaries about various subgroups of American culture, and then comparing them to myself. Of course, I make various judgments depending on the race, sexual orientation, and other discernable traits that I see in the people before me. Hopefully, this doesn't make me a racist, bigot, etc., but I think that everyone has to admit that they think their way of life is the best way. Now I don't know if this is just me or if everybody thinks this, but I genuinely believe that every person that I see in public is inferior. This could just be a complex of human nature, but it would certainly explain the mentality of every douche that I have ever met, but by that logic, I am referring to myself as a douche, and that is certainly the last thing I want to do. So what am I? A douche? An asshole? A normal everyday average guy? Eh. They are inferior on the street but then I actually meet some of these people, and half of the time they end up being good people.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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