Why? No reason...

Life doesn't make sense. For the past few weeks our class has been reading Notes From the Underground, a book that addresses the ideas of rational vs. irrational thought and human actions. I take a pretty strong stance on the argument bewtween living one's life either of these ways. The world wasn't made perfectly. Every pebble, creek, tree, mountain or desert isn't on the planet for a reason.Nature itself does not always have to make sense by choosing the rational decision and neither do humans. Not making the logical choice every time is what living is, because if everyone made the logical choice every time, we would all have pretty similar, boring lives. Making one's own choice regardless of the rationalism behind it distinguishes oneself in their own independent journey. While it might not make sense to throw one's body out of an airplane cabin thousands of feet in the air, many people make the irrational choice to place their trust in a large cloth sheet in some rope and embrace the craziness of it all. This is how living is done. Making choices for no logical reason other than the reminder of being alive and part of this unpredictable, irrational world.

Too young to be certain

I'm an uncertain person. After all I'm only 16 and still young. I'm inexperienced and still learning with each step I take. Because of my uncertainty I often double back on my own words and my opinion is constantly changing. A lot of times my words will contradict my actions and they do not remain constant. I constantly contradict myself when I am talking to my parents. I promise them to walk the dog or finish walking the dishes before I go to bed. But next thing I know my mom is dragging me out of my bed to finish my chores at midnight. Another self contradiction I make is pretty common which is the morning struggle to get out of bed and the promise I make to myself that I will get up after 5 more minutes of sleep. A real contradiction in my life is my belief in that the social stereotypes construed about groups of people are generalizations. While I know in my mind I believe that these are not accurate descriptions of those groups, I often involuntarily think of an Asian guy as very smart and black guy as athletic which contradict what I know is true. I deal with all of this uncertainty in my life as I know that in my youth I am still growing and learning. I am not certain enough yet to not contradict myself .