Depravity

If you're wondering why I'm up this early... I'm doing laundry (because everyone just looks this happy while doing laundry). I was thinking about doing it when I got home, but by the time I get back I'll probably want to collapse on the floor and then I'll be underwear-less the next day. Can Martin Luther King's awesomeness extend through Tuesday?

I have this tendency of overreacting to little things because I feel that they're more genuine in comparison to grandiose gestures. It goes a little something like this:

"You bought me a diamond ring? Woah, thanks!"

"You remember the name of the fish that I had in middle school?! I'M SO TOUCHED I LOVE YOU FOREVER!"

I'm also impressed when people remember my birthday because it's nearly impossible to use social media to figure this out and if you ask me I only answer you the first time you ask. I've tried to hide most things from the world--the world being Facebook. That thing scares the crap out of me. If not for the random messages I get from time to time that make me laugh I would just delete it. It's like a spam email address with infinite camera whore pictures of people positioning their arms on their waist at a 45 degree angle. I still don't understand the purpose of this. Everyone paints a pretty picture of their lives or alters a page based upon how they want the world to perceive them, but quite frankly I think everything is an over-exaggerated lie. Then the people that are blatantly honest are seen as boring. Where's the justice in that?

The other day some girl told me that I'm really nice to everyone. She's wrong. I don't think that I'm nice to many people; I find myself merely being polite. Even if you don't like someone you're still going to be forced to interact with them, so it's not particularly wise to throw courtesy to the wind. You don't need to go out of your way for them, general respect is fine. Unfortunately, not many people exhibit general respect for others to begin with, so I guess it's understandable that this is often misinterpreted as kindness. Trust me, if I'm being nice to you you'll know. It probably means we're friends or else I wouldn't bother investing energy and time. Time is a big thing for most people, myself included. There's never enough of it. If you're willing to share/spend time with someone else the marginal benefit must exceed the total cost (too tempting, had to throw in some Econ) or why bother at all. To sum this up we can link this back to my fundamental theory of social interactions: there's no point in spending time with someone unless you find yourself happier than when you're alone.