I'm currently making a midnight snack of Velveeta Mac and Cheese, jealous I know. I needed something to do while my noodles are boiling. If I don't stay busy I tend to hover, this happens at the microwave too, they tell you that gives you cancer. I think living gives you cancer, eventually. My Grandfather lived a very healthy lifestyle, minimal microwave hovering and he still got cancer. Granted he was a smoker... but he didn't suffer from lunch cancer. It's funny the things they tell you to do or not to do and the reasons they give to justify them. My midnight snack just got a little too serious for me so...
EDIT: 1/27/15 I just read over this an realized that it sounds incredibly depressing so I'd like to expand on my point with a slightly less depressing example. My point is there are so many things we accept as fact because of their source, or sometimes simply because they've heard it for some long. Take police officers, they are authority figures which we are taught to respect and obey. Officers of the law are able to push their will on individuals who don't have a full knowledge of the law. We as Americans have rights but we forfeit those rights, right to refuse a search without probable cause, simply because we trust their knowledge more than our own. The same way that when our parents told us about the tooth fairy or our siblings told stories of the boogie man we accepted them as fact without considering the validity. We respond to authority like that of the doctor in my more depressing example above.
More later...
Monday, January 26, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
Microwave Society
You always hear people refer to my generation as the Microwave generation, we want everything right here and right now. No patience. I don't think that's necessarily true, I think that it extends beyond my generation and infects the society as a whole.
I got to thinking of this today when I was riding the bus home, my bus driver was in a real fowl mood fussing at passengers for running to the bus instead of waiting another 15 minutes in the rain for the next one. Blowing his horn at cars in front of him for patiently waiting for a pedestrian to cross the street. He's sitting in a warm bus getting paid to drive around and can't spare a moment of his time to allow a students to cross the street in the pouring rain and cold temperatures.
We have become so self absorbed that we think the universe revolves around our schedules. We put others in danger by reckless driving because we didn't leave enough time to get to work. We tap our foot at waiters who don't get our food out in the first ten minutes while we chose not to spend time cooking for our families. We see our time as being beyond valuable while other people are simply tools to achieve our means or barriers that are in our way.
When did we become so self absorbed, and how do we fix it?
More later...
I got to thinking of this today when I was riding the bus home, my bus driver was in a real fowl mood fussing at passengers for running to the bus instead of waiting another 15 minutes in the rain for the next one. Blowing his horn at cars in front of him for patiently waiting for a pedestrian to cross the street. He's sitting in a warm bus getting paid to drive around and can't spare a moment of his time to allow a students to cross the street in the pouring rain and cold temperatures.
We have become so self absorbed that we think the universe revolves around our schedules. We put others in danger by reckless driving because we didn't leave enough time to get to work. We tap our foot at waiters who don't get our food out in the first ten minutes while we chose not to spend time cooking for our families. We see our time as being beyond valuable while other people are simply tools to achieve our means or barriers that are in our way.
When did we become so self absorbed, and how do we fix it?
More later...
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Hello My Name is...
An Introduction, the way every paper, every class, every relationship begins. A "Hello my name is...", well hello my name is Tori Blanton and I feel incredibly self conscious and slightly self absorbed to be writing a blog.
This blog is meant to make me more comfortable with writing, something that I wouldn't associate with the word comfortable right now. I guess we'll see in time if it achieved the goal, comfort that is. I guess from the title of this blog you know a bit about me already, I'm a CSD major and a control freak... let's be honest that's most of us. I make lists, write in my planner religiously, and organize my closet by colors and yet still manage to procrastinate my homework to watch one more episode of my latest Netflix obsession. (Currently it's Breaking Bad and it's playing now in the background) My blog posts will consist of a lot of complaining, maybe some discussion of whatever my current Netflix obsession may be, possibly some thoughts as I begin to plan my wedding, and more than likely a lot of stressing out about the future. Stress is one thing I do well, I like to refer to myself as having a healthy level of stress. What I mean by that is I have enough stress to keep me motivated, to keep me on my toes. Without this healthy level of stress I become an unmotivated layabout whose deadlines don't get made. On the other hand too much stress turns me into an over eater who never changed out of sweats. I live my life balancing on the barrier between these two extremes in order to keep myself sane. (Although I'm not sure any of us can claim complete sanity). I'm sure at some point in the semester I will slip into either of the two extremes and you will more than likely ear about it.
More to come....
Later Readers
(was that cute or corny? Jury's still out)
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