Something cuaght my attention yesterday, when I was having dinner with my roommate John at Wendy's. We were eating and he was explaining about this video his art teacher made the class watch. It was about abortion and the main character was a giant drug user and both sides keep bribing her to join their side. I had my own views about the video but that's not why I'm writing this. After a certain point in the story he said two or three times "TMI" which for stupid poeple means "Too Much Information." And I thought back to my life, as I often do these days, and you know I couldn't think of a single example of when I said that. I guess it has to do with my outlook on life.
Why would you said something like that? When did "Too Much Information" become an acceptable way to end a conversation? It's just a limit, a boundery to protect yourself, it takes something away from you. Never say that to someone, it's not nice. Let me try and explain.
When you're talking to someone, you're learning things. It's a fact. You should learn something from talking to people, and to me you should learn EVERYTHING YOU CAN. You can never have too much information, it's impossible. You just don't want to here it. I ask you, have I ever said "too much information" to you? I swear, I never have and I never will. Tell me anything and I'll listen. I love to learn, I'm constantly taking in things. I don't often becuase I'm insecure and I enjoy listening more than speaking. Try it, just listen to someone. Just let them say what they want to say, and don't stop them. You learn news things about this person you never knew before. Why are you resisting knowledge!? It's stupid!
That's pretty much all I wanted to say, go on with your lifes now.
Duke's Tower
Why am I trapped in this castle? I've been here for so long, it's big and cold and I only have myself for company. Sure, people visit, but all they find is what I've left behind, carved into the walls and floors. No one ever sees the real me, no one ever tries. But I still try to show them, show them the way I am inside. The way I am inside this shell, a shell that little by little is cracking away, revealing the true me. But would you show yourself if YOU were full of cracks?
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