A Contradiction

So while listening to a song that had actually pulled from modern life of anti-capitalists was actually mocking and quite refreshing.  People like this song, but all knowing that it’s mocking them of how they think.  A shallow pointless conversation of how they think they are better than everyone, just as the jocks in high school or college treated them.  An outcast by true nature is a nomadic person and by that way of thinking don’t really need to show others what they really know.  They are happy in their quite little existence, just to be.  The idiotic conversations of some and the stupidity of others was something we all have to deal with in one way or another.  It seems that this little Nazi-induced rebellion against the government in one way or another is actually quite pathetic, to say the least.

  

An anti-capitalist is like saying you’re not just an anarchist, but also shop at Wal-Mart to help out the economy.  Do you see how contradictory this is?  Sorry, I’m just rambling.  It seems to be the competency issue from the world leaders and the fact that communism is going to become a completely true issue in the states.  It’s amazing how we all get to be free, but at what cost?  We are constantly watched and listened to.  We are constantly being bombarded with wars and it makes you think that one day Big Brother is going to have total control of our lives.

 

I understand the contradiction in my words and thus strive to understand them even more.  There two sides to every story and from another person’s point of view, my worries may seem petty or even unreal.  I see no need to point out the flaws of having someone judge me for my words, yet that is what happens so often.  So the question I leave you with is what I was asked today.  “Can you contradict a contraction?”  Let’s see if you can answer this question for me.

Dreams of the Unattainable Kind

Invigoration seems to behold the ticket to success, but also the locked door to rejection.  My mind is warped from watching too many video’s about life in general and I have come to the solid conclusion, for me, that an unattainable dream is the best route.  You may not get there, but you can certainly try and do your best to achieve that certain goal.  It’s a shame to see some leave the unwelcomed door and embrace the fact that they were not good enough to walk through it; contrary to what others tell them.  This is the largest dream in America, but also, for most it seems, the most unattainable one.  A hero for hire would probably have one good run, but then after all of their amazing effort would end up in the most menial job that could be allotted to them.  Then their place in the spotlight is over before the next big fad rolls in and takes over.

 

In these modern times we reach for certain things that are attainable.  A cashier at gas station, a worker for a grocery store, a barista at the local Starbucks; it is those jobs that most rush to get before others take them.  A menial job, at best, is what gets us from one pay check to another and all that we have to look forward to.  A job of immense wealth will not just fall into your lap, most that have those high paying jobs have some form of formal education; a tech school, for example, can get you into an industry of your choosing, but it will not guarantee that you would ever surpass your boss or co-workers on the skill level.

 

In life in general, as well as in music, the most unattainable dream would be to become famous for your work, not your actions.  Unfortunately, to most, your actions show who you are and the way you think.  It may contradict that company’s policies or enhance it.  It would depend completely on you and your skill set level.  It’s amazing what kids are learning in school’s these days and the advancement of technology.  Soon enough no one will be able to hide anything.  All of your faults and strengths would be on display for all the world to see.  As amazing as it is, it is also scary to know that at the drop of a hat, everyone on earth will be able to know everything about you.

 

Every invigorating conversation and every unknown element will be soon known to all mankind.  The wetlands, behind my school, are being disregarded to make way for a new connector to the highway around town.  So for those who think that this disrupting of the environment would be a good thing to save twenty minutes of driving, we are in disagreement.  I’m not a purest or an activist, but I understand that destroying an ecosystem can in no way be healthy for the rest of our environment.  Cars roll through this town constantly, even late in the night and early morning.  I understand that everyone is always in a hurry for something.  I come from The South, and everything in the country is slower than anywhere else in the world, but it wouldn’t hurt to take your time to avoid the accidents that rushing prove to be fatal at times.  Save, for the kids that rush to get to school, I understand the need to slow down and take your time every once in a while.  Wow, who knew I had all that in me?  Thank you for reading what I have rambled about for the last ten minutes. 

A small report on Life

Life matters.  Not just mine, or yours, but all life.  I have been told this by so many people that it has stuck with me every time I try to discourage another person’s way of thinking.  It’s not as if I needed to be right, but it seems that even the most trivial view of some has a greater intolerance to others.  I have decided that taking Soc 101 is a great avenue to see the world as a whole.

 

Aristotle’s quote: “The Sum of the Parts is greater than the whole” could be used in a greater context than even he thought possible.  With so many people on this planet; you, in your whole life, would only get to see a fraction of this.  Still it would be only just a part of the whole. You would think of the world as a whole instead of the many different, wonderful, and yet, sometimes terrifying, things in this world that would offer your view to be obscured in one way or another.  

 

Take America, for instance, our country is founded by English immigrants that came to settle here and the Natives that were already here.  The constant exposure to new cultures has left us more tolerant, yet still unrefined, in our ambitious lives.  The Eclectic compilation of people here is but a fraction of the whole.  
 
 

The fact that in one city you would find a Native American community, an African American community, an Anglo community, French, Asian, Indian; it is these eclectic groups of people that would broaden your horizon to distinguish where this person was from or that person and learn new things about yourself that you had never even fathomed before.  

 

Racism within communities is to be expected, because of the ignorance of others.  That is where you could change your perspective on the matter as a whole.  A person, whether they have light skin, dark skin, brown or olive skin; it’s a matter of who that person is, not what they are that defines them.  When you take a person you just met into consideration and act on the importance of actually getting to know that person, you would see something that most cannot.  

 

In my younger days I was bullied, so I became a bully.  It wasn’t a bright and shining way of life, so do you see?  If you discriminate against a person you are teaching your child that its okay, when it’s not; or you are teaching the person that you are harassing that your entire race is the same way.  When that train of thought enters a person’s mind it sticks and then you’re stuck with another bigoted person that the world has no need for.  Our brothers-in-arms, so to speak, are the ones not afraid to stand on the front lines beside you and tell your, bully, captor, or whatever, that no matter what you have a support system.

 

It is with this way of thinking that I touch on a research topic that stems from my brief lecture from my Soc 101 Professor.  In his introduction, he spoke of the Pine Ridge reservation in Pine Ridge, SD; But also of his home land across the ‘pond’.  He said the similar conditions of Pine Ridge and his home country had made him feel actually very homely.  His approach of the reservation was actually quite refreshing, as opposed to the tired sayings that ‘natives are good for nothing’ and drunks.  A native student attending an all-Caucasian academy would be able to tell you how it feels to be ostracized for the color of your skin.  I, myself, have been in that situation.  It is not pleasant.  Using my experience as the only native person in an entire school system, with the exception of my younger brother, it brought with it an amount of attention that I had never been accustomed to.  I had been accosted by many people asking what my ancestors were like. How did it feel to live in a Tipi.  It was actually quite difficult to get through a day of school when everyone stared at you like had an extra head and were the color purple.  I got through it and ended up making friends.  The novelty wore off and I was more than ecstatic to return to my home at the end of the first semester.  I didn’t think I’d have been able to deal with the new incoming students and their questions.  My brother, on the other hand, loved the attention he was given.  He was, and still is, a ham for attention.  As I got older I found that meeting new people broadened my views of the people in this world.  It’s their way of thinking that had changed my own.  I was grateful to teachers that I had once thought were not worth my time.

 

I will forever be grateful to my Elementary principle for the patience he had with me and explaining the race issue that seemed to drive people to do their ignorant actions.  So in conclusion, I just wanted to touch this little project that I will be starting soon.  Thank you for reading my nonsense.  Have a good day.