Human Relations

So to make a long complex story of tears and spite short, my friend circle has been really uncomfortable due to a lot of miss-communications. Finally we all got together and for once spilled out every single emotion and explanation in a civil manner and ended the night with one of the tightest groups of people I've ever seen. But everything before tonight was just so twisted and not right, and it was all due to lack of communication and that not many were comfortable with expressing everything they truly felt. And once everyone got out all their home issues and problems with each other, I realized that at least those people were all really the same inside; full of good intentions, caring, loving, and for most, feeling under appreciated. Obviously not everyone in the world is good at the very base of things but I think that there's a lot more purity in humanity than most people see, or at least than what I've been seeing lately. I've felt so apathetic and psychotic up until today, it was my way of not going insane with anger, but I guess I just went insane with apathy instead. I kind of liked it actually, it was pretty fun, but having my friends be my second family again seems a lot more enjoyable. But like I said before, there's more good in the world than we see, and if opinions and open-ness were accepted and respected more, we'd all live in a better place. And if you're one of my friends who was part of it all reading this, I want you to know that I love you sincerely, and I'm so glad that I met you in what ever crazy way I did, because I wouldn't be the same without you.

Why steal a dollar?

So today I was selling cinnamon buns at church for a fundraiser with someone else from the youth group. No one was looking and she says "I think I'm gonna steal one." word for word. I tried to tell her that she was stealing from her own group but she just said "Who cares?" I mean really, it was just a dollar but the morals are screwed up there. She had absolutely no remorse about it and told me to leave her alone, which I did. Is she doing it just for the thrill and rebellion or even to look cool (which I just don't get when people think stealing is cool), or does she honestly want a cinnamon bun that bad and didn't have a dollar on her? Seriously, what's the point in not paying a dollar? It makes you realize that some (and by some I mean a lot of) people enjoy doing something more when it's wrong. Is it because they don't want to feel controlled? More like they already feel controlled. That just leads to the fact that most people are uncomfortable when they can't control something, because they can't work their will or have their way.

Control