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It's the story about the steriotypical struggle of a slightly dense yet dashing, young college student and the day by day trials that come with being a slightly dense yet dashing college student. Full of excitment, drama, and a hobo named Ernie. Each day new surprises that only such a tale can bring, tune in for new updates every week, or month....or whenever. So why am I now entering the wonderful world of blogging? I don't really have much to say. Im not overly opinionated, political minded or preachy. I'm just a big advocate for journal writing and keeping good memories in a place you can find them. Unfortunatly I'm also very lazy so I need to do it in a way that keeps my attention. I figure that telling my thoughts and experiences to the world every once in a while might just do the trick. That's all you need to know so don't expect too much from me, just enough.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

We're All Adults Here

       
           On maturity: eehgghhhem. Sorry, I've been clearing my throat a lot lately. It has even gotten to the point where I am not annoyed at the fact that there is something deterring my routine breathing and speaking but simply because I find the noises I'm making to be irritating. You know it's gotten bad when you can no longer stand to be around yourself. I've never been one to enjoy listening to the noises some people unconsciously make when eating or otherwise so considering myself to be "conscious" of how I sound to other people I have been extra self aware. Much like when your cellphone goes off  while having a moment of silence for the tragic deaths of solders on memorial day except the phone is in your throat and the ringtone is not a trendy pop song but forced grunts. Oh and happy memorial day everyone!

            What do you mean 'why did I go on a tangent'? Talk about maturity? Ya I'll get to that, just let it play out (and I wasn't going to say patience is a virtue and call you an insufferably impetuous brevolinquent. Stop jumping to conclusions and criticizing my impulsive word fabrication). Webster's dictionary decided that the definition of immature is "lacking complete growth, differentiation, or development. I guess I can respect that considering I don't have a website dedicated to defining the meaning of words but to be more specific, to me the word immature refers to someone who has trouble understanding when doing or saying something is considered inappropriate (at least to certain types of people). If only we lived in a world where every ones mind filter was operating at full capacity to protect us from the stupid stuff that sometimes strolls through our overworked minds. Maybe in the next life.

           One might think that going to college might save them from such garbage only to discover that it is not the academic and professional oasis they had hoped for. Many of these people are fresh out of high school and without parental restraint to be fair. It wasn't until entering some three hundred and four hundred level classes where I was pleasantly surprised at the discipline demonstrated by my classmates and I wanted to take some time to appreciate them behind their back.

          This hasn't stopped me from finding humor in things people do. On the contrary in some classes the humor is much more enjoyable. Microbiology does contain some explicit subject matter that would defeat lesser men. The first week of class we were informed that we would be giving oral presentations on various diseases throughout the semester. We were then encouraged to raise our hands and volunteer for one on a first come first serve basis. This lead to some funny out bursts such as "I want Toxoplasmosis." or "Can you give me Herpes?" and " Sign me up for Dysentery please." without so much as a smirk or giggle. The class was so straight faced we put Arnold Schwarzenegger's performance in terminator to shame. It wasn't until after the second week when the teacher announced for the next lab we would be 'streaking' that two class members finally broke. He meant culturing bacterial colonies on streak plates of course and tactfully worded it to get a rise out of us. We have since recovered.

          I don't feel that finding humor in unlikely places is inappropriate and therefore immature. It all caters to a particular audience and we can never hope to please everyone as a whole but I like to think the community I associate myself with has a refined sense of humor.
If you don't think so then you've wasted quite a bit of time here. Go do something more productive.
As for the rest of you thanks for brightening my days by maturing in a direction I can relate to and sharing your perspective on the quirkiness of this world we all share.