Sorry for the absence last issue, faithful reader (I say that in the singular because I know that there isn’t more than one of you). I was busy trying to find a job. But excuses aside, I think that this installment of Whitebear Sez is the most experimental of them all, mainly because I haven’t tried to experiment with my pet project at all. But things change, and I am here to try and instill some change, if only for one issue. So I decided that I will share some insight on my odd mind by talking about some of the things that I have learned in my lifetime, both past and current, along with some commentary on said things. Enjoy!
Girls love jerksAnyone who deems this statement as false, do me a favor and punch yourself. Women claim they like the guys who care about them, and whatnot. But when one of those guys asks them out, the answer usually involves laughter as the female hops onto some jerk’s motorcycle, or whatever slick ride some jerk has. It takes about a decade or two for women to realize that they made the wrong choice all along. Personally, I can’t wait until that time.
Being sick gets less fun as you ageI know I touched on this subject last semester, but it needs to be said again, mainly because as I type this I’m still suffering from a cold I recently caught. When you were younger, you could skip classes and be happy that fluids were leaking from your face. Nowadays, you just want someone to end your misery.
Not caring makes the hurt go awayOne thing I learned when I was younger is that children can be very cruel. At an age where everyone is insecure about themselves, attacking others gives you an edge in a very competitive world. So instead of just taking whatever was thrown at me during my middle/high school years, I shrugged everything off and bottled everything up. Sure, I know I’m going to regret this later when I’m sitting on a therapist’s chair, but for the short-term I couldn’t have picked a better choice.
Some people get offended by everythingFreedom of speech is awesome. It gets less awesome when someone gets offended at every little thing. Words, to take something from Carlos Mencia, only have power if you let them. Coincidentally, this also goes hand in hand with the topic above this one. If you let everything bother you, then you’re showing people just how insecure you are. Learn to fight back, you morons. I did, and it’s working out awesome. If someone tries insulting me, then they get some retaliation, because I try to not let crap like that bug me.
There’s a fine line between optimism and stupidity
I’m an optimist, which means that I like to look at the bright side of things. The whole “glass half-full” thing, and all that garbage. Yeah, I’m with that. Trust me; it’s a nice way to view the world. But even with my optimism, I know when to call it quits. I don’t go thinking that everything will be great if I just keep thinking that way. That’s just stupid. If the world is exploding, I’m not going out thinking about how pretty the flowers are looking.
Parents get away with far too much
I was reluctant to include this topic, but screw it. I’ll even write it again. Parents get away with far too much. I write this because every time some stupid kid does something that kills others, why is it that no one looks towards that kid’s parents? It’s always something else that is blamed, like the media, or some other “outside influence.” That’s a load of garbage. In our modern world, it’s getting easier for parents to get lazier. Why were V-Chips, parental blocks, and all those other things invented? They were invented so parents have an excuse to not have to watch their own children.
I swear, whenever I hear that some kid shooting up his school got his influence from a video game, I get pissed off, not as a gamer, but as a person. I mean, if the video game did influence this kid (which is an even bigger load), then how did that kid get his hands on the game? Were his parents aware that the game existed? Did the parents just mindlessly purchase this game without looking at the rating on the front of the package? I hope that one notices that every scenario of the kid obtaining the “outside influence” includes parental negligence. And that infuriates me to no end.
Well, hopefully this provides people a lot more insight to how I came to be, personality-wise. Do I actually live by these lessons? To a certain extent, yes. Remember, this is Whitebear Sez. Everything said here is to be taken (usually) with some sort of silliness. This article, however, I tried to be a bit more serious, while trying to include some humor. If you feel like I did a good job, or if you feel like I botched things up, or if you just feel like yelling at me, make sure to email the Skyline View with your opinion.