What I Learnt Today

I don’t know how to categorise this post, should I warn that this is/may be a rant? Anyway. A friend gave me a new perspective about why I write: (I may have too high aims for my writing) perhaps I write simply so that I can put thought to words and then let go and forget about them.

Ok. This post is about social issues.


I find people boring. This is/was a statement I made back in secondary school. It can be a bit offensive. It also inadvertently made a friend conscientious of the things she said/behaved around me. I got bored because people have ‘pet topics’ and talked about that same thing all the time. Things like family. Being depressed. Academics. I am guilty of this repetitiveness too.

But these are two things which I find especially triggering. Socially UNACCEPTABLE:

  • Being mean and negative

I like to think that people are generally pretty nice. Understanding. Mature. Kind. I have written about the better side of human nature: I think that while people with problems (like depression, mental illness, OCD) may feel ashamed of their struggles, they need not be. I think that generally most people have people they love/know of who struggle with such issues. The general population is kind towards people who are different. Think about many movements for equality, better treatment of people. Kindness movements. Racial equality and how that translates to laws, ‘affirmative action’. Gender issues being brought up more. Being against fat AND skinny shaming. Being different is ok.

I would like to think that if people knew exactly how much what they said hurt, they would not say it.

But that doesn’t always make their words excusable.

I realised this is one thing I absolutely cannot take. I don’t mind swearing as much as this. I hate it when my family complains, talks about negative things like: I don’t like my boss, I’m always getting bullied, the government sucks, women are way too favoured over men (ok, I don’t mind alternative viewpoints, but seriously, do some research and give me statistics before you rant, don’t speak emotionally haha ok am I hypocritical here?)

The ABSOLUTE WORST is saying something bad about someone else. I don’t like gossiping. I don’t think I ever did. This is a huge turn off, especially if I don’t know the person who is talking well. I don’t understand this, actually. I think it occurs pretty frequently. WHY would you say something bad about someone when we’re meeting for the first few times? About how your mother favours guys over girls and hence you feel angry at your mother for ‘mistreating’ you. About a junior you dislike who is coming to your faculty, you narrate a story about how you were civil to him and describe him as being arrogant (without substantiation, mind you).

Please. Just don’t say these things. It makes me rather sad. Anxious. Angry. What if I’m one of those people who have the negative traits that they are describing (or rather, I’m being misunderstood as showing favouritism, being arrogant). I think I’ve been rather lucky to be amongst relatively ‘nice’ people in my schooling years. While there were negative people, I had a ‘nice bubble’ I could go to, who were available all the time, since they were in my class. The concept of class does not exist now, unfortunately. I suppose that I forget how nasty people can be, how they can be unthinking, immature, unapologetic. I don’t get how people can just say these really terrible things casually. What are they thinking? Is it for lack of topics to talk about? (Just shut up). Is it to get to know each other better? So that I know what they cannot stand? Do they think that by saying something negative it makes us like them because they’re, opinionated? Emotionally open – they are being vulnerable to us? To know that they are better than the people they are criticising?

With this disastrous first encounter, I struggle to see them in the same way that I (would like to) see humans. As deserving of the highest form of love. As being kind and generous, traits which can be discovered if I take the effort to get to know them.

  • Banal conversation

(Ok getting quite tired)

I don’t like meeting people in the context of school. I feel like there isn’t much to talk about. We talk about what we are studying, the classes that we’ve been in, what we like or dislike, our future plans, sometimes, the grades that we get. All these things that I’m not actually super interested in/ ‘things of the world’. I hate it especially because it feels like we’re in a rat race chasing for grades; perhaps I’m imposing the feeling upon myself. To be more likeable in class, smile more, speak up more, being anxious about school.

I much prefer meeting someone in other contexts, we have much better conversations that divert into things that matter to people. Families, interests.

But I admit that conversation is a two way interaction. I need to learn the art of making better conversation with school mates. I wonder is the conversation poor because I’m not passionate about what I’m studying/don’t think about my future with it as a subject? Generally, I feel that the ‘school’ environment has become quite a toxic place. I need to change my mindset.

Conclusion/solutions/stuff we already know// Part 3/3

One of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever been given: all these expectations, deadlines, are self-imposed. It’s self inflicted, self harm. You decide the speed at which you want to do things. You don’t have to do everything in your 20s; you’re not meant to have ‘all your shit together’ by any certain time, even though it feels that way. Regarding these social issues, remember that you trust your friends want what is best for you, to be happy, that they prefer you come and meet them in your best state, rather than be exhausted. You have a responsibility to yourself, self-care, even if you don’t always know where to draw the line, between pushing yourself to engage in more social activity or acknowledging that you are really stretched and you need a break.

There is a lot which I’m leaving unsaid. I find it difficult to articulate things.

I’m sorry that I can’t see you before I go off. But I need to remember that there is still time, that just because I don’t see you now doesn’t mean that I don’t value you, that I can’t sacrifice a few hours of being alone to be with you. I think about you a lot. 3,7, individuals from university, college, friends I don’t talk to often. I used to struggle with it: I think about you, but I do not make the effort to connect with you (going back to how I’m an ‘all or nothing person’ – making a connection with an individual would require me to hold a long conversation with them, to have something deep shared with them).

Basically. I’m alive. Above all, tell me if you feel neglected and are in Desperate need to hear from/see me. And of course, thank you for your concern, I assume that’s why you’re here reading this.

Expectations of being socially ‘good’// part 2/3

I guess I will write a little more about my personal take on social issues: (stream of consciousness/rant)


It’s no longer possible to simply see one person a day; with the (self-dictated) time I have (left, before I go for my trip), in order to meet everyone (and some people want to meet more than once), I’ve got to find more pockets of time – breakfast, brunch, lunch, tea, dinner, supper, odd hours. Work, friends, family, personal time. I think right now I’m struggling to have enough time to ensure that everything that I do is meaningful, every meet, every conversation. I guess I don’t have enough time to absorb what I’m doing and that can make me unhappy. Sometimes, I just don’t get it. Meeting people makes me unhappy – saturation of information, having not enough time for myself etc. but not meeting people can be just as bad – feeling like I’m neglecting friends, having to make excuses, continuously cancelling on people. I think simply put I have no capacity, I admire people who have that capacity and I question why I am unable to do the same. To pack my days, have long drawn out hours, from dust to dawn, doing productive things, meeting people, connecting with friends etc. but I know it would drive me crazy.

I think everyone has the same issues. People often tell me that they resonate with what I’ve written. But I’m starting to feel that my feelings are different from others: quantitatively and qualitatively – it’s much deeper, much more intense. It doesn’t affect their lives in the same way that it does to me, just like there is a difference in being sad and being depressed. I’m a little uncertain about writing what I feel here (this is getting personal) but yolo just do it. Social anxiety can = being unable to sleep till 3am because I’m worried about meeting a friend the next morning at 8am and having a long day ahead. It’s a friend! Why should I be scared of meeting friends? Thoughts race in my head: I’m afraid of being bored (people bore me, something that I’ve felt/talked about since I was 15?), having nothing to talk about (rather, meaningless conversation). I’m afraid of wasting my time (I could be doing much better things – studying, reading, working etc.), of not having enough energy. I fear expectations of the meeting. Social anxiety can = cancelling on people at the last minute, refusing to see people, making excuses as to why I’m unavailable (? There is some truth in this, the question is: how hard should I exert myself? I suppose I don’t know myself well enough/I overestimate my capacity, I always feel like I’m under performing, I can and should be giving more of myself to the people I profess to love?) etc. I could go on and on about this stuff.


 

introduction/ironies of being social// part 1/3

Recently I feel like I’ve been a bit of a hermit, not answering text messages, not meeting people (that’s actually so not true), or keep telling people that I’m unavailable to meet. Perhaps it’s the feeling of being overwhelmed by social expectations. All the past negativity of social issues are coming back as well. I thought I should dig up these old pieces that I’ve written about before but not posted.

  1. Answering messages

‘No one is ever too busy to answer a text message’.

It literally takes seconds to reply a message. Yet why do we fail to always reply? How do we get flooded with messages? I’ve been feeling saturated with words, information, connections from people, having to arrange my schedules, reply to letters and text messages.

While it’s true that responding to A message can be very quick, the pace at which messageS come is horrifying. I went out with my mom to buy a box of cereal, came home and took a shower. Within that 40 minutes, I had 6 chats popping up. It’s a reality for everyone. The amount of information we receive is disgusting.

And also, a reply is never just A reply. It’s a conversation. And I’m someone who cannot hold too many conversations at once. I demand deep connections, interactions, not stupid stuff like ‘what am I doing right now’/fragmented bits of information and questions to continue conversation. I can’t keep up with the multiple mindless conversations, little bits of detail. I admit that I cannot reply to text messages at any time of the day, on the bus/when I’m walking/in the toilet lol or wherever, just to make some casual small reply. To me, I might as well not say anything if our conversation is going to be so fragmented. I have given wrong replies to people before.

  1. Many people want time alone/self-preservation, yet we meet up in groups despite our busy schedules

I don’t quite understand this phenomena: this was in uni, I think. Everyone is so tired and everyone wants time alone. Yet even though we profess that we want time alone, we still insist on meeting people and groups. I guess people are just social beings and meeting up = love?