Saturday, March 30, 2013

Already Gone

So I have been pretty incommunicado for the past few... months. Closer to a year, probably. And I am not really sorry about it.

You're probably thinking, oh, everything has probably been going great, that's why I've been neglecting pretty much everything.

Likely couldn't be more wrong.

Why is it that just because I am a nice person, doesn't make me a weak person?

Just because I can't stand up for myself, doesn't give anyone the right to impinge on my humanity. Just because I don't want to stand up for myself, gives no one the right to stomp all over me.

What happened with today's society? What is so fundamentally wrong with people that makes it okay to act (to quote Veronica Mars) obligatory psychotic jackasses?

What on earth are parents teaching their children? I know that my parents would be mortally offended if they knew only a half of the shit that people do nowadays, if I did any of them. But I don't because I was raised with good morals, with strong role models and to do onto others.

I wasn't raised with religion in mind. My parents raised me to be a good person, to love and respect others, but most importantly, my parents raised me care.

Why is it that so many people don't seem to care about others?

I recently learned about this concept in my Intro to Psychology class.  The bystander effect: the more people who witness something, the less likely anyone will be to help? And I think to myself: how were these people raised? Who lets their children out into the world so selfish? So unwilling to respect another human being?

Maybe I am the anomaly. Maybe I am the one good person out here. (Well, no, that is quite a lie. My sister is a better person than I can even hope to become, and I am not even jealous. I am proud that I can say, "Hey, I share a good portion of my genetic code with this chick.") I know, also, that there are others. My best friend, Bex, is one of the best people I know (along with her boytoy. He's kosher).

But, because I am a good person, I can't really believe that. Yeah, I am pretty misanthropic, but I can't believe that I am one of only a few decent people out there. I can't believe that everyone out there doesn't care.

I just can't.

The possibility of that being true frightens me more than I can imagine.