Okay so this is mildly hard to explain, so I will use letters to label people. Let’s say that A and B do something (for instance, they get really drunk and both do something embarrassing and they kinda keep it quiet). Now, C is a mutual friend of A and B. A is talking to C, and is considering telling C the story about A and B. But, A isn’t sure if he should tell the story, because it does also involve B. What to do?
I’ve found myself in this social dilemma a few times. This time I care a lot less because my friendship with “B” is a lot lot lot less important than it was before. But I still find myself asking if I should share a story that, I personally don’t mind sharing, but don’t know if the other party involved would mind. Would I be talking about him behind his back if I told the story? Or would I be breaching his privacy in some way? But on the other hand, I was there and equally involved, so shouldn’t I be allowed recount what happened?
I know it’s really not as simple as “Well, I was there, so can’t I talk about it?” That’s not exactly a get out of jail free card. But I feel like it’s not exactly gossiping either. I know you could always just tell the story and leave the other person nameless. But that’s no fun is it? Especially when the other person talks about you behind your back. :P
What’s your take on it? Do you love to gossip, or do you prefer to keep to yourself when it comes to your friends and peers?
Posted on: January 18, 2010 | 6 Comments
Once upon a time I had these grand ideas and dreams about being an adult. I was all excited to graduate high school and move on to the next step in my life. I was excited to be independent and responsible and all that exciting jazz. Or at least that’s what I thought. Adulthood and the next step in my life seemed a lot more appealing before I actually got here. Or at least the part I’m in right now.
When I graduated high school I was positive I would move out, live at university, have a great time, meet new people, grow, be independent and succeed. Turns out I didn’t do any of that. At least not on the first try. I went for a little over half of my first semester and withdrew. I was supposed to live on campus, but I left after the second day. I wouldn’t say I was in the best time of my life then. There was a lot going on and I basically said “Hey I’m going to go to culinary school,” as an easy way out of college. For the time being anyway. Not that that’s an excuse, I just suck at responsibility.
I withdrew a few months ago, voluntarily and officially. After consideration, I realized I have no desire to go to culinary school, and I have, in fact, applied for readmission to the university from which I withdrew. In a nutshell, I could be in my second semester now, but I fucked up royally and am back at nothing. The earliest I can go back to school is in the fall. I haven’t received notification from the university yet, but hopefully they’ll readmit me. And if not, I’ll go to community college for a bit and transfer.
That whole situation has been more or less resolved. I made a mistake and I’m trying to fix it. I’ve got a plan and a backup plan and learned from error that I can’t just decide “Hey, I don’t wanna go to school anymore.” The only problem now is I have no idea where my life is going. In any sense. I don’t know what I’m going to study in school, I don’t know what career path I’ll pursue, I don’t know anything about the future. And I feel like either I’m the only one, or everyone else is super good at hiding it.
Sometimes I feel like I’m paralyzed in the present; I’ll never be able to move forward. But other times I’m much more optimistic. Really all I do is take life a few days at a time and try to understand its complexities and mysteries. And wait to finally grow up, and stop being a child, and finally come into adulthood.
Posted on: January 15, 2010 | 7 Comments