Friday, 27 September 2013

Ranting



Ranting is something I find myself doing pretty regularly. That’s probably not healthy, but I find myself getting progressively pissed off with people and society. I understand that generally, people believe that you hold your own view of the world. That you have your own thoughts and feelings, and as long as you keep positive then you will maintain a relatively happy individual. I try to keep that in mind as much as possible, but to be completely honest, I find so much about the world hard to handle and hard to understand.



Maybe I am just a very sensitive and pessimistic person, I am sure some people reading this may think so. That’s fine, everyone is entitled to their own opinion.  I just find that people can be quite self- centered and rude and don’t understand it. I mean understand that people can have a bad day, lose their temper every so often if they are hungry or tired or something like that.  What I don’t understand are people who are constantly trying to better only themselves or put other people down. It’s those people who are constantly choosing to use condescending tones when talking to other people that really get to me. Those people who just come off so coldhearted really make me question society. I know I am far from perfect but usually when I am rude to someone I feel bad almost immediately after. There are some people who just don’t seem to be impacted at all by how they treat others. I often life my life doing the exact opposite. I am one of those people that  will go out of my way to be there for someone,  dropping almost anything I have to do just to help out.  Like pick up a distraught or often drunk friend, in the middle of the night no matter how early I have to be up the next day. Maybe it’s because I’m a rather emotional person, that I’ve become like a magnet to people in need. Basically a an unpaid personal therapist. Don’t get me wrong, I never mind helping out a person.

 What I find crazy though, is that the minute that I am in the one in need, it seems like no one is there. To be fair, I am somewhat closed up, rather independent. Sometimes perhaps too independent to the point where I bottle things up over time until I explode. When I do, like I did a few days ago, the most I normally get from people is “Well.. cheer up!”.  What a fantastic response right? Like thanks a lot, as if I had the control over that. I mean if there was a button in my head that I could just press and then I would automatically feel better, I would.

 The other day in particular, I had a miniature breakdown, I had a terrible day at work where people were just flat out rude (that’s the thing you have to learn to get used to in the restaurant business though), a fight with my sister, and an overall lack of energy from the ongoing insomnia I am often faced with. My friend, who comes to me with almost all of her problems, no matter how minimal or serious, replies to my meltdown with “Oh jeeze, that really sucks!” . Now I don’t know if I should or should not be disappointed in this person. I don’t know if maybe I find myself fed up with people because I might be acting irrational. Perhaps I just expect too much from people?

Tuesday, 17 September 2013

A Day To Remember

I don’t know if any of you have been to Bora Bora, it’s honestly one of the most beautiful places to travel.  Google it if you haven’t been and you will see what I am talking about in regards to its beauty. It was an extremely expensive place to travel, one of our dinners was 700 dollars. It was a buffet and I am quite a glutton when it comes to food. Even if I had starved myself the entire day up until that buffet I would have been able to eat enough to make up for the price. Other than that, the expense was completely worth it in my eyes to experience the many things I did. I traveled there with some of my closest friends.

One particular day we decided to be risk takers, so we signed up to swim with sharks and sting rays. I’m not talking about being dropped into a tank with a few sharks and sting rays and having professionals monitor the situation. We were out in the middle of the ocean with countless sharks, and what seemed like an endless amount of sting rays. At first it was exhilarating, being so close to live sharks swimming just feet away from my own feet. The sting rays moved so smoothly in the water and would actually make contact with our bodies. I have explained that feeling the same way each time, it may sound very peculiar, but the sting rays felt like slimy pancakes up against my skin. It was definitely a creepy experience, I can’t say I was completely comfortable with the feeling but I am glad I did it. Then out of nowhere, the workers on the boat started throwing raw meat into the water for the sharks to eat. The second I saw that, panic set in. I was terrified that the sharks would chomp my feet instead of one of the pieces of meat. I was swimming as fast as I could back to the boat. That was enough of the ocean blue for me that day, I sat my butt down on that boat and stayed put. My friends all tormented me “Stop being such a chicken and get back in here.” “We are only going to be able to do this once so get out of the boat and take advantage of this!”  Being the stubborn person I am however, I didn't move a muscle until we had got back to the resort. 

Thursday, 12 September 2013