I wanted those breadsticks..

What makes people so stupid? 
I mean really... there is no sense in half of the things people do...
I personally do stupid things when I have to make quick choices.

"would you like some more bread sticks?"
"no thank you...."
*free bread stick lady walks off*
"WHY DID I SAY NO!?"

Other times I believe its just laziness...
Like righ now for example
I've been typing on my comuter for a few hours now and im at a rocking table..
it keeps wiggling and getting on my nerves... there are two other tables in this room...
but Im too lazy to get up and move... :(

What about the miscelaneous stupidity?
like when moms have babies riding around in the front seat of the car?
or when people turn their buggies sideways in stores so nobody can gracefully get past them...
Or the people at restaurants that wait until they get up to the register to decide what they want with a whole line of people behind them??
Or people who choose NOT to punch their kids in the face when they are acting like demons in walmart.

Okay, maybe the last example was a bit harsh.
but the point is made.

I'm not sure why I decided to write on this topic...
Maybe because I was at school 30 minutes early and still was late because my college decided it would be super hillarious to have half as much parking space than is needed...
Maybe because I'm procrastinating the English paper I should be writting right now..

Either way... This is my topic. :)

Back to my question...
Why are people stupid?

Post your opinion... even though I have about -4 followers...
maybe I'll pick up some more. :)

The Beginning

January 19, 2011

So, today’s lecture was based primarily on society’s “Leviathan”. The Leviathan is supposed to be representation of sovereignty. I suppose in society that Leviathan would, of course, be government, media, and upper class society. A good point was brought up today. Figuring out yourself and figuring out society is all the same thing. So, I have an idea what society’s Leviathan is, but what is my Leviathan? Who or what controls me and keeps me in order. Is it myself? Perhaps it is my parents?

Another thing that stuck with me is that instead of saying “because it’s wrong”, “because it’s not allowed”, or “because it’s against the law”, the teacher said “that’s not who I am.”

“That’s not who I am.” That’s probably the greatest quote ever. Who can argue with that? Sure you can say “It’s against the rules.” But if someone still asks why, you can’t go past that. However there is one problem of saying, “that’s not who I am.” If some asks, “well, who are you?” you have to be able to answer it.

Do I really know who I am? I can say that I am a white female in college. I can tell you the things I like and I don’t like. I can tell you where I like to go and what I like to eat. But, is that really telling you who I am? Do I only go as deep as my hobbies? Why do I do good things? Is it because my parents say so? Why do I do bad things? Is that because my parents don’t want me to? Why do I have the morals I have? Is it because God said so? Or is it because the preacher said so? All of these questions go through my mind when I ask the question of who am I.

Perhaps this Sociology class can help me figure these questions out. Why do I hate, or love, and why can I be independent single, but I’m always so codependent in relationships? Whatever the answers are I’m sure they are out there somewhere.