I have to wonder…

Why do people spend so much time trying to harden themselves to the world, rather than accept that some things about life hurt, and will always hurt? Accepting the pain and coping with it, then doing something to make that pain lessen, is the better, healthier course, in my opinion.

Why do we place so much judgment on what other people wear? I mean, seriously, I dress like a hippie most of the time, and people think I’m a stoner, slacker, whatever as a result, when the truth is, I’m always busy, I never stop doing things, and some part of me kind of resents the idea that I’m some kinda lazy blazer. Now, I like a little 420 as much as the next entity, but it doesn’t make me a slacker.

Why is it unfortunate when someone is single? I would rather be solitary than paired up with someone who didn’t make me happy. I mean, sure, I’d like to find someone who does make me happy, and vice versa, but that’s not my largest priority in life, either. I figure it’ll come when it does. But when I tell people that, they give me the sympathetic look, as if I’m lying to myself about it. I’m not, honestly. If I wanted a less-than-good relationship, I’d have one, but I don’t.

Why is it weird to not give a shit about sports? I mean, I don’t have anything in particular against the concept, I just have no interest in it. I’d rather watch nature programs or news or… hell, almost anything. I’m not sure how golf became a televised sport, but it is the single most boring thing ever to watch.

I guess I ask a lot of questions, huh.