What ever happened to the whole concept of keeping one’s private life in private? One’s private life is called private life for some reason isn’t it? The definition of what privacy is should be enough to let an individual know that one’s private life (or sometimes referred to as “personal life”) should be kept in private or confidential; that’s common sense. Today, in our current society, the average person has shifted from this believe and now sees it normal to let the world know what they did last night, who they did last night or what’s going on with them health wise or personal wise. The truth is, I don’t really care. And is it wrong for me to not care? Absolutely not. I find that one of my biggest pet peeves are people who rant and complain too much about how much their life sucks and people who bring out unnecessary personal issues to public.
That really annoys me and it’s not because I’m insensitive and inhumane, but because I really don’t feel like listening to someone cry over the smallest insignificant thing. Most of the time people who complain about how much their life sucks, have no idea what it is like to live a miserable life. The majority are ignorant little individuals who are oblivious to the fact that somewhere in the world there is a child who has been emotionally scarred due to abuse of any kind, that somewhere in the world a mother is weary of battling against malignant cancer for the sake of her children, that somewhere in the world people are suffering and dying because of starvation and drought. Everyone goes through things, life is about conquering challenges; yet some challenges are unconquerable and I’ve given examples above.
Most of the people who approach me with complaints and rants have it easy. Their problems can be easily fixed with patience and perseverance, yet they fail to see this in the middle of their chase for attention. In most of these cases, the individuals I’m referring to are teenagers. One thing that I experience daily is one girl’s daily rant. I’m sick and tired of it; I’ve just learned to tune her out. I know it’s rude, but I’d rather tune her out then flame at her. She usually comes up to me or my best friend when I’m changing for gym looking all depressed and being like “Genesis I hate my life so much” or “Genesis, I wish I wasn’t here today in school, blah, blah, blah”. The part that always makes me laugh is that she really has no reason for “hating her life” or “not wanting to be here” or “feeling sad”. She really doesn’t, she just speaks nonsense for the sake of opening her mouth. I have addressed her indirectly by telling her that she really has no reason to complain and that she should just cheer up. I don’t want to be any more mean because once I’ve started, I behave like an arrogant and sarcastic asshole. I’ll save that for someone else who is high in their throne.
About a year ago in health when we were playing a game in which one had to write down on a piece of paper something no one else in the class knew about you. Each student then put the paper in a container and each paper was read aloud and the class guessed who had written it. Two individuals (whose faces I don’t remember) wrote down that they secretly liked to burn themselves. I remember hearing this in health and saying in my head as I laughed, “are they serious, they’re actually going to put something like that down on an identity guessing game and then admit that it’s them with a sense of happiness and normality”. The idea of this is just so unbelievable that you have to stop and laugh, because there’s nothing better to do. As a person who’s gone through things, I’d be embarrassed to admit something like this. I know people who have done this and wouldn’t ever think about letting a group of people know that they do such and such. In this case, I consider this personal and if they’re going through this then what they should do is tell their parents or their doctor or guidance counselor rather than telling the whole class in a game. This ruined that class period for me, not because it was sad, but because I really didn’t want to hear that they enjoyed burning themselves. A real person who is going through troubles and burns himself/herself as an escape, wouldn’t admit this, instead, they would hide it. This proves that either they did this for the attention or that their minds are just not well developed to know what is socially acceptable and what is not.
Last year, the day after Valentine’s in one of my morning classes. This loud kid sitting next to me was telling his friend how he had apparently invited his girl friend to his house to a Valentine ’s Day date. He was obviously saying this aloud to either be funny or sound interesting, but he came off to me as an obnoxious and immature kid. He was saying that his date had been “sucsexful”. That’s obviously not a word, but he tried making it into one. I threw up a little in my mouth, but was left with an amusing aftertaste.
I’m tired of angsty teens in general. Some want others to feel sad for them and rant about the “miserable” things they’re going through. I laugh at this, because they fail at it. I don’t think they’re aware that it’s bothering others. If they were, then they would stop and think of what they say obviously. But the whole nature of exposing one’s personal life to public and ranting about what is unnecessary is useless. These people will get nowhere; all they’ll gain is being labeled off as an attention starving individual, or most commonly known as an “attention whore". I think that if I tried to further explain through words how irritating and amusing this can be, I’d fail miserably. Things like this leave one speechless, there is no worthy rebuttal that can show one’s true feelings on this subject, and in this case I believe that sometimes a plain and simple laughter speaks louder than words.
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