I’ll never understand the cognitive processes behind priding oneself with ignorance and stupidity.
I’m often asked, “If you could change one aspect of yourself, what would it be?”
I always experience difficulty responding. After some thought, I’ll usually reciprocate with, “Nothing.” Not because I’m under the delusion that I’m perfect—because I’m far from it—but because, while I do acknowledge my flaws, I embrace them. They make me who I am. And I’m more than pleased with that person.
But at some point yesterday, I did arrive to some semblance of an answer. Independent of being questioned.
If I deem something deserving, whether it be a cause, a movement, an academic discipline, a person, I’ll invest all of myself into it. If that subject is worth caring about, worth caring for in my eyes, I don’t see the point in giving any less. If I’m fully capable, and there is nothing to impede me, I become incessant. Ceaseless.
My friends consider it commendable, meritorious even. “You say amazing things and you do amazing things, Rashad, but what really strikes me is the amount of thought and care you put into what you do for others, and that can’t really be duplicated by most, and that’s admirable.”
It’s also a necessity if I intend on being proficient in my career of choice. Which I do.
But it’s a quality which takes a significant toll on the psyche, on the body, and consequently, on the heart. Sometimes I ask myself if it’s worth it. If all of these things are truly worthy of the exhaustive dedication and devotion I give to them. All that I’ve already given. All that I intend to give.
Ultimately, I end up viewing these thoughts, not as doubts, but as affirmations. As reaffirmations. As to why I invested so much of myself already. And remind myself that I’m not one to relinquish anything I hold dear, anything that is no short of worthy, without a fight.
I end up right where I was from the start. My answer remains resolute. And I’m perfectly happy with that.
I wonder how long it’ll take Fox News to call [Obama] a gay muslim for what he said in that interview.
Now, time to turn this six pack into a…frozen six pack. Hope you guys are enjoying your nights.
If you lack ambition, and don’t see anything awry with that fact, that’s fine. But I can’t seem to wrap my head around why you’d try to impose your ideals, or lack thereof, on others.
“Oh man, med school’s so much work. That’s like, what, over four years! Why would you want to do that?”
Because I care. About my future, about the lives I’ll have the power to ameliorate, about all of the people I’m not helping until I’m a licensed medical doctor.
Do society a favor and keep your vapid, plebeian, prosaic bullshit to yourself.
“It’s a shame that doctors on television earn more than actual doctors.”
It pains me to hear those words. It’s an ironic truth, yes. But entirely irrelevant. You don’t enter this field for the money. An M.D.’s salary is a perk, but at the heart of it all, a non-factor. Ask any good doctor. Why would you dedicate a decade of your life to an empty ambition? To be well-off down the line? There are far easier, and more efficacious methods of securing your future. Saving lives is lucrative in itself, paychecks don’t mean a thing.
If I’m ever blessed with a daughter, I’d love to name her Stella. Seems only fitting for a star.
A Procrastinators Anonymous convention was planned once.
It was postponed indefinitely.
The advents of the radio, television and internet are remarkable, almost vital, but a part of me wishes I was born in an era where “the media” referred to the guy on the street corner bellowing out newspaper headlines and, “Read all about it!” at the top of his lungs.
Being a good-looking individual in a shallow society has seemingly boundless benefits. To many, you’ll be the subject of wonder and adoration. But to more, you’ll be the subject of envy and resentment.
It certainly won’t get you everywhere. Nor will it get you inordinately far on its own.
What will, lies within. Under your skin.
Far too many forget that. And even more are incapable of seeing past it.
Do your(self), and the world a favor, and don’t be a part of that group.
I wonder if these unemployed high school students see the irony in owning a bag/purse/wallet worth more than the amount of money they can afford to carry in it on a regular basis.
When I was nine, on April Fools’ Day, I procured several dozen Furbies and aligned them to all go off in synchrony when my uncle opened his door.
Still the best prank I’ve ever orchestrated.
Apart from the whole Holocaust mishap, Germany’s pretty awesome.
Adultery is disgusting, and cheating on a person is probably the worst non-physical offense you can commit against them. You wreck the person emotionally, you obliterate their ability to trust, and desecrate the bond the two of you once shared. All for what? An hour? A night? Some “fun” on the side? Not to mention the amount of disregard and disrespect for them as a person, not even as your significant other, you just shelled out at them.
I don’t understand it. I’ll never be able to wrap my head around the cognitions of a cheater. If you can’t handle commitment, don’t commit. If you can’t stick to one person, let them know beforehand.
Temptation’s all around us, but people are married their entire lives and never touch another person. It’s not that difficult.
I believe people can redeem and repent, sure. But I could never look at a cheater the same way ever again. I could never respect anyone who cheated on someone they claim they love(d). If you fall victim to it, it’s your decision to give them another chance. But it’s never going to go away as long as they’re there; you’re never truly going to forgive them for violating what once was, regardless of what you felt for them. In my opinion, you shouldn’t.
“Once a cheater, always a cheater,” can be utterly false, but if it happened once, it happened. And once is enough.
