Is it possible to love all?

I love everything. Yes that's right reader I, the writer of this blog, therefore the authority of its content, love everything. I love all music, all movie genres, all races, all species, all cars, all people, all weather, all everything! I may have slight preferences depending on the mood but I LOVE ALL!

Now how many of you believed any of that hogwash at the top of the page? None? No one?
Most people would say, "good for you, you weren't caught up in that idiocy" or maybe "anyone who thinks that way lives in La-La land and has never experienced real life". There is a definite understanding that one is not living in common reality when one strives to love all, some say pessimistic, some say realistic and some say life is all about preferences.

....why?
No seriously, why? Is it really not possible to love all, or at least have a tolerance for everything? Is it not in our human nature? Is it encoded in our genes to prefer some over others? Or perhaps the nurture point of view; is there simply no examples to follow and live by? Are we engineered from the womb to accept this over that, or is it simply accepted and taught as a fact of life?

No idea personally, I'm not here to give answers; just examples and more questions.

This all came about with a friend of mine who was giving me some music, ofcourse asking what my preference is, and me saying I actually honestly have no preferences was so foreign a concept to him that he decided to give me his preferences instead. And truly I have not found music that hasn't grown on me or that I can't listen to in certain moods. So once again is it that abnormal to love all music?

This topic ofcourse could easily slip into a discussion on race or religion or phobias or personal bounderies, etc, etc. It could carry on and on and on...till there are only red-faced people staring into a computer screen wondering what the world is coming too with such idiots in it. lol.

But of course, I do understand that almost all people in the world have preferences or absolute blockages when it comes to certain things in the world....but this blog is not about me telling everyone off or me showing any kind of superiority in any way.

It is merely here to stimulate, to enlarge your scope, to open your mind and most importantly, to reflect.

After all Confucius did say, "By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest. "

Gone

The walls so white and stark in contrast,

the portraits of friends and the colours of my country

no longer present on its walls

Signifying an end to an era,

A year, almost a glimpse in life, gone,

as if it might as well never existed

It is so empty, and bare,

mirror to my soul,

mirror to my mind,

and mirror to the hope of continued ignorance

Will I forget? maybe

Will they forget? probably

Will the walls of this room forget? definitely

It is a blank slate,

returned to its orginal,

readying itself for the next mouldable soul,

the next wanderer,

the next parent, the next child,

the next student of the world,

but most importantly,

the next future.

It is so white, so bare, a blank slate,

as if it has already forgotten me.

Pandering and not even knowing.

Recently I had learn't that a friend of mine was close to a child that had gone missing, and later that week we had found out the police had found a body. As per usual something had circulated around facebook, a balloon in which people pass around and write their sympathys. But as I was so hopeful and slightly shocked by reading it on Facebook I wrote down that I knew someone and that I couldn't believe it! OMG. This is where I wake up the next day and find that a person had commented how much of a hipocrit I was, trying to get my claim to fame by defiling this girl's name by name dropping. Suffice to say I was slightly shocked and I still can't seem to get over it; it started me thinking on what I was thinking at the time I wrote that comment....

Was I actually trying to bring attention to myself by estabilishing a connection, was I being the very type of person I scorn and most importantly was I doing it without even knowing that I was. I think it's at this point where you've really got to know yourself, know what your values are and be TOTALLY honest with yourself.

And honestly I don't know why I wrote it, except to express my grief as others had, but I definitely know I meant no harm... will I be checking myself before I say anything now? Should I always consider other peoples' reactions before I act every time? I just don't seem to know how to approach this...perhaps just being aware of it allows me to think about the motivation behind my actions; maybe that's enough for now.

Maturity comes with age?

Ok, I go to AUT university in Auckland, and during our many and varied lunch breaks we have the great pleasure of hanging out in the local cafeteria, you'd think that was a good thing,right? WRONG!

We walk in with a casual fascade (whereas inside we are ravinous from hunger), we scope out seating and move our way forward to just stop a meter away and be repelled the site of garbage, food wrappers and yes still the food on the table.
This is not a cafeteria at a primary school, nor a kindergarden and most definetly not a mental asylum this is university where mature students come to mould there futures and supposedly become more "worldly".

Once again, WRONG!
This is clearly not a pandemic regioned off to one group of people nor is it actually a race thing(asians tend to be cleaner, just saying). It's a bloody epidemic and yes I will compare it to the extremes of swine flu as I believe strongly that these 'pigs' love for others to wallow in their filth, oh no they would never want their filth pushed on them. I say we get them to clean out the mess halls of kindergardens because that's what they leave behind for us.

I am peronally taking it upon myself to embarass EVERY SINGLE one of them by exclaiming loudly that they left their rubbish on the table and it would be 'nice' if they clea up their filth so we don't have to live in it. THANK YOU VERY MUCH PIGS!!

Grow up slightly and walk a little over a meter to the nearest bin, there are 6 sets in the cafeteria including recycling bins handely marked for your information! Learn to read, or better yet learn to not live in filth!!

Peer Pressure and You

So I have created this fantabulous blog right now, but not for my own...this was spawned from peer pressure, the pressure of peers and also apples. Specifically Bekah the queen bee of peer pressure, but enough about that let's discuss the importance of peer pressure in your everyday lives.

For example do you think that you would be that skinny without the glares or the "fat-eye" you get from your friends at dinner? No, you would feel free to eat what ever you want without judgement.,...Obviously that WRONG!!!! you need peer pressure to make you feel inadequate enough to starve yourself and finally feel accepted in the eyes of everybody.

And further more without peer pressure many kids would never enjoy the experience of under age drinking, sex and drugs!!! YAY we all know how wonderful that first taste of Tui beer tasted like, snuck out behind your dad's back....mmmmmmm yeasty goodness.

So there you go, feel free to add your own experiences of the delights of peer pressure and i hope you enjoy the rantings of a future health proffesional and a current shaper of young minds.