Cramming for calculus exam, just mastered another chapter
It’s that point when you realize that despite the fact that your deadline’s creeping up, you finally have your paper under your control.
It’s not over yet, but everything’s going to be okay.
Have I become so jaded and skeptical of other people that I’ve lost a piece of my humanity? I no longer assume people are innately good, but rather see them as innately stupid and selfish.
Is this perspective a consequence of my environment? Has working on Main St. HB – where half the stores are bars, all the girls wear bikinis and cover their faces in dark sunglasses and pink lipstick, the guys wear Ed Hardy and treat girls like plastic trophies, the perpetually drunk homeless outnumber the police 20:1, and everyone feels entitled to dehumanize service workers – caused me to universally lose respect for the individual?
To drive on the freeway here is to gamble with your life, and your chances of surviving directly correlate with your ability to dodge idiots who don’t use their mirrors or blinkers, don’t understand what half the lines and signs on the road mean, and have virtually no sense of self-preservation. And the people who go to Chapman seem to be the same people who I have to deal with at work, focused so much on the self that they don’t even notice when they’ve stopped in the middle of a busy doorway to text their ‘big’ for directions to tonight’s party.
What happened to my Huell Howser, Ira Glass -esque curiosity for people’s stories? Did it disappear with my naivety, replaced by bitterness and vitriol? Perhaps if I continue along this path long enough, I’ll begin to lose my capacity for altruism.