No One Cares

I woke up this morning around 7:20. Whoops, I'm a little late for my 8 AM class. I get there around 8:30 to see the prompt on the board, that basically had something to do with freewriting about a highly personal issue in your life that you wouldn't normally talk about. He then started explaining what we were to do. First off, we had to choose a classmate of the opposite sex to address our letter to; it makes sense cause if guys were gonna pair up with guys, there would be nothing to talk about. After that we were supposed to start writing for ten minutes.

I thought to myself, There's only one thing I can think of right now to write that quickly about. What a great way to write down some of my thoughts for future reference. I wrote for the time allowed, and stopped, but didn't get anywhere far with only ten minutes. Then we exchanged papers with our partners we chose. Well, what the hell? I thought he was kidding about choosing a partner. I thought it was a joke. It didn't seem like it meant anything. But why the hell would we write about some major issue and discuss it? It's an English class, not Psychology. I had Psychology immediately following, so I was a little confused about which class I was in.

Later we discussed it with the class. He asked us which groups (our pairs were to partner up with another pair to form a group after we shared with our partners) were specific in their explanations of their issues and who was general. Most people seemed pretty general, of course, it makes sense to be. Then he took some opinions, and this one guy's opinion really stood out to me. He said something like, deep down inside, we want to express our problems and our feelings to an audience because no one's just gonna ignore it and everyone's gonna care.

How about not? It went against him that he didn't express his "major issue". But really, no one cares. I bet the girl that read what I wrote probably already forgot everything, cause why would she care? Same goes to her. I didn't even really know what she was talking about, so my response was a little difficult to write. I think everyone's pretty selfish. If some random person is gonna come up to you and talk about their lives, would you care? Most likely not, and I don't know why it makes that person comfortable to discuss some personal issue with just anyone. If you really need to get it out that bad, there's these things called walls you could talk to. But, to be a little nicer, there's also word processors on computers to type your thoughts so you could read them at some other time.

I think the next thing I'm gonna write about is the Ten Point Grading Scale. I would do it now, but it's kinda weird to write two blog posts in one day. It'll probably be a little more interesting than this one.