So if you haven’t read my bio I’m 14 years old. To the surprise of many, I work. Today, I was feeling pretty down, but my job requires me to look perky, like there’s nothing wrong with me and the world (as if). Â Subsequently, I kept a smile plastered on my face, even though the whole time I just felt like crawling into a hole so I could lay there and die. An englishman came into my line, and of course he had one of those awesome accents. I asked him if he were from the UK. He was pretty old, and it looked like he’s seen the best and worst parts of the world. I asked him what England was like. “Wet and rainy, sort of like my life.” he responded. I didn’t know what to say. “You know, you seem so sad. I can tell when a smile is phony.” he continued. I was surprised. Usually nobody could tell – not even my overbearing parents. “The reason I moved to America,” he said, “was because I couldn’t take the clouds and the rain of England. I moved here to Miami, where it’s warm and sunny. You see, I didn’t let my circumstances and feelings rule my life. I decided to make a change. You can do the same.” With that, he took his groceries and left.
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Guess that little nugget of wisdom will carry you through into your senior years
You’re 14. Study hard. Graduate. Then conquer the world. Your education will be your foundation. Whatever you do, don’t fall behind in your studies.
Believe me, I’m obsessed. In a world full of uncontrollable external factors, I’m going to control the one thing I can: my grades.
Good advice distant.road….good job making me feel like a fuck-up too, as a dropout, haha. But yes, he speaks the truth. Education is your foundation, and the more you put into it, the easier it will be to build yourself up. You can still struggle to the top without it, but obviously, it’s a bit unstable and you would rather not get into that situation in the first place. So it’s good you’re keeping up with your grades.
The English guy sounds like a wise dude. And yeah, you’ve gotta love English accents. And Scottish and Irish ones, too. Those two are my personal favorites.
Personally, I enjoy the rain. But I have to imagine you would get pretty tired of it after living somewhere it was very common.
Stay in school until you have a PhD. It’s the only way to go.
@river:
You too eh?
Unfortunately, clevername. I did my dues and went through the whole GED business, though, so it’s not so bad. I’ve got a friend who dropped out of high school and he’s currently going to a pretty nice college, through the GED and his ACT scores.
The question is whether I’ll ever find the motivation to push through like he did.
I got my GED a long ass time ago, almost right after i left school. I always had intentions to get into college, but it never happened. Living in the real world, spending all your time and energy fighting for scraps, just to barely survive… well, for me, made it pretty much impossible to pursue anything else.
a PhD in what? Philosophy?
“Hi. I have a doctorate in Philosophy. Would you hire me to flip hamburgers for you”?
You can call me Doctor Burger. Thanks for paying me minimum wage.
Oh, and rain too.
@CO:
Heh, you can hire me to ask why the burger exists, what it /really/ is, and what does it /mean/?
With philosophy, you pretty much have to apply it to something useful and make a world-changing impact… or just write lots of books that fascinate easily impressed people.
lol, clevername….always talkin dat mad trash about philosophy.
clevername knows his philosophy… No kidding. The dude has brain power.
He does indeed, distant.road. I won’t deny that.
Anyone can question a cheeseburger. It takes a highly trained scholar to figure out how to make people buy YOUR cheeseburger, even though there’s a closer and cheaper one.
Plus, you can say “i, heh, have a PhD…” to impress random people. Or more importantly, attractive people.
Also, you don’t ever have to ask anyone any hard questions, because you’ve already gone through them all, and decided what and how to tentatively conclude. You can blow people’s minds at parties, especially when there’s psychoactive substances in the mix.
I kinda feel like philosophy is the best thing you can learn, if you’re not interested or inclined to specialize in any one particular thing, because it’s applicable to so many things, in so many ways.
Figuring out how to ask the right questions (and by extension, skip wasting time on the wrong ones) can be pretty difficult, and pretty important.
speaking of which, fortunear’s ears should be burning by now… (i’m not technically a philosopher, since i lack the academic prerequisites, and have not proven myself worthy by completing the rigorous gauntlet of extensive higher education, and finally earned passage to the right to that title, from its gatekeepers… and i’ve been lambasted a few times for daring to fancy myself “a philosopher”)
People who are impressed by a PhD aren’t people I want a relationship with.
I’d rather have people figure things out for themselves. I’ve done the heavy lifting – I want others to do it too.
Philosophy is the best thing you can learn because it teaches you “how” to think.
Shit. Now I want a cheeseburger.
the problem with learning ‘how’ to think, is that once you’ve seen it, you can’t unsee it, and then it makes stuff like flipping burgers seem like torture (actually, personal experience says it’s not THAT bad, except the pay sucks and grease burns are no fun… but it can be somewhat challenging; imagine playing tetris on a grill but with meat patties; you have the pressure of time and space constraints, and you have to think about how throwing a whole box of patties on at once, is going to soak up a lot of heat, which is going to make your patties cook slower… which may or may not be a good thing, depending on the situation… etc.)
Your response just kind of angled off into an explanation of the fundamentals and hardships of burger-flipping there, clevername. Having a bit of a burger joint flashback?
You can make a change, too – put up some new wallpaper, hurl some fruit at the walls, maybe even plant a tree in the middle of your bedroom. Or, like, hitchhike to Madagascar and snag a ride with a submarine, go to an octopus’s garden under the see, then poke the octopus in the eye with a long probing appendage. Just be careful of the jellyfish. Those things don’t mess around.
sea*
*in Legolas’s voice:* I think it’s effecting me…
@river:
lol… yep, photographic memory and all. It’s like i’m standing in front of that grill 11 years ago, all over again. I was constantly high back then, too, so i probably like, “became one with it.”
And a bunch more memories came flooding back, along with that…
That’s very….imaginative, lorax. Idk about the whole octopus eye-poking part though.
“I was constantly high back then, too, so i probably like, “became one with it.†”
haha, I know what you mean. I can’t really enjoy the good ol’ herb like I used to, thanks to my stomach issues, but I’ve been there. I know it’s supposed to help stomach problems and all that jazz, but nope, not for me. It’s a real shame.