All About People

random update from じゅりあ！: I'm listening to the song kanekane shigure from Hotarubi no Mori he (To the Forest of Firefly Lights), beautiful music to match a beautiful movie, but there is no sheet music anywhere, how saddening).

afternote: I warn you this is very rambly and maybe cheesy :P I didn't want to make it too long, so I'll just give you some thoughts that go through my head oftentimes.

So what I've noticed is that there are a lot of people (especially on the internet where one can remain anonymous and rant and rave all they'd like) about how much they hate other people. I really don't know where I'm going with this and my mind has a stream of consciousness manner to it that unwinds like thread on a spool....so bear with me. I suppose I just can't understand them because I love people. Sometimes it's hard, especially with the news where bad people are broadcast 24/7. And I definitely know that there are things that happen that are really disturbing, but the culprits are never the majority because there are so many good people who hate them just as much.

"There is more light than darkness in this world, but darkness is a lot louder because it loves attention." This is a quote from a very wise woman I know and I found truth in it.

 Another thing is, I have a friend in mind who, though she is very loyal with a wonderful system of values (though passive-aggressive to a head-ache inducing extent at times), can rarely find positive aspects in others or their intentions. I try to help her look for the good in others because I always do that and I usually find it right away, but she always assumes the worst of everyone. I believe that if you're kind, you'll find kindness in return, and so forth. 

I manage to make friends easily (and in random places) because of this, I think (Well that and addressing them in a chummy manner when first meeting and sometimes calling them by a Spanish version of their name depending on my comfort level). People tend to tell me their life stories a lot, but I think it's because I actually care about them and they can see that *shrug*. 

One time I was in the nurse's office for a terrible stomach ache (and got out of yoga, chyaaa ;D) and there were two friends talking and then said sorry "girl over there" for disturbing me, though I found their conversation really funny and somehow we all started talking. So with about 25 minutes left we, well mostly one girl and I because the other quietly listened, got into deep discussions and debate about the government, depression, drugs, and everything and she told me really personal stories. I haven't seen them again (they're a year ahead), but I find it so interesting how people are so deep with so many layers. 

Another semi-anecdote, I always felt bad for pre-judging this girl in my class who looked really, I don't know, standoffish, stuck-up, pick an adjective, and I ended up really liking her and she defied all expectations. Now, I make it a rule never to judge. I mean, there are still unconscious processes (biological hardwiring), but I will make no observations about someone's inner personage until I really know them and have had some sort of substantial conversation with them.

And for my Sunday sermon-worthy piece: everyone is the same, we all have the same insecurities and doubts. We want to be accepted and, no matter what people say, everyone cares what people think at least a little (there's that biological hardwiring again.) 

One more thing: I don't have the exact quote, but I was reading the Japanese book Brave Story by Miyuki Miyabe and one character, just one minor character who barely appears, made a really interesting point about how everyone is every age they have ever experienced. I recently theorized that everyone is both a mature adult and an innocent child. I see kids several years younger than me say surprisingly wise, insightful things while I've seen people a lot older than me having the same basic wants and feelings as a young child. You don't truly know someone until you've seen both.

And people are like ogres. "Like onions, they have layers."

(Well I thought it was clever...)