An Important and Meaningful Life

The greatest thing about facebook (besides stalking) is that i dont even have to read the news anymore! Anything worth knowing will surely appear on someones status. i get local new/gossip and world wide news as well. I've even developed some sort of importance calculator that can judge how widely known a particular news is based on the amount of feeds i get on that specific subject. For example, if it weren't for facebook, i wouldn't know that the earthquake Haiti suffered last week was a staggering 7.0 and that recently they have had another one at a almost equally bad 6.1. Actually the first time i heard about Haiti was on facebook when i suddenly received several invitations to join the "cause." At first i thought: what? In the end i figured some sort of natural disaster likely equivalent to hurricane Katrina must've taken place to receive so much attention.

Ohhh facebook...

It is sad that i have succumbed to all the methods of the adolescent age and have given in to all the advertisements the mass media produces. I have turned my head from things of true importance and settled my eyes on metal and plastic (or maybe in my expensive case, gold and leather). Recently i have deluded myself into thinking that i am actually helping the greater good by continually lusting after and purchasing expensive merchandise. My reasoning is, that by being greedy and not the least bit frugal, i am helping the economy of our country by increasing the cash inflow/outflow so that somehow the United States of America will be able to stable out its own economy through the pure and utter gluttony of its citizens.

At times i wish people wouldn't remind me that "it doesnt't work that way." There is little to be done in order for me to be able to preserve what little self control i have left. However I do have contorted beliefs, that America's future lies in the hands of people like me.

Last week, in my number theory class, our dearly beloved professor took a weeks leave and left our class in the hands of our vapid TA. (I will leave our TA's name undisclosed in fear that she may stumble across my blog unawares or that somehow i could jeopardize her future goals in some obscure way if any corporations thinking about hiring her stumbles across my blog. So i will just refer to her as TA.) TA i fear leads an uninteresting life. The first day our class met her i knew immediately from her muffin top, choppy ponytail, and soft monotonous voice that we were in for a rough quarter. During discussion she would mumble into the board and occasionally stop for lengthy periods of times in order to rethink and backtrack on what she had just written. Needless to say, discussion droned on endlessly and uselessly due to her lack of preparation and lethargy.

Yet although the classed buzzed angrily behind her back, i felt that i had no heart to blame her or to be mad at her. I had every reason to be peeved at how poorly she conducted our learning time but i couldn't help feel sorry for her. Perhaps she came off insipid because that was simply how she was and had always been. I couldn't help wondering if her monotonous voice equaled a monotonous life. If that were the case then i suppose in her perspective, nothing would really matter including the learning process of her class which would in turn affect a future (hers) that wouldn't amount to very much either. This very thought depresses me and i guess has affected my reaction to her dull teaching. Anyways i wouldn't hope a boring life on anyone and hopefully none of you all have boring lives worthy of being pitied on. My only hope is that i am wrong and that TA parties all night long and has a life full of meaning.

Anyways,

Peace