Movement

I currently have a writing assignment i need to do, but i guess i need to get this off my shoulders before i can concentrate, so, here goes.

My topic this evening is passion. the why to what we do. this was brought to my attention by people who were making fun of the people as they were leaving choir. their conversation went like something like this (NOTE: my memory has played with this due to the passion i was feeling at the time, so it's not an accurate record, but it'll get the point across)

"MY GOD, I can't even tell when class is over"
"I know, i hear the bell go off, but everyone just keeps singing"
"exactly, they just need to learn to shut up (NOTE: not accurate)"
"Yeah, you don't hear anybody coming out of math class rattling off equations"

You get the point (I would also like to note that I was extremely close to putting these two into the ICU, but, I managed to restrain myself). what this made me think on why i was so offended. Now i have it, and am going to share it with you. the reason is because they're making fun of people because they were moved, because they showed their emotions and let themselves have fun around other people. I'm glad of this fact, because it means that someone's as moved about it as I am. I hope to God that what these people wished would never occur to our choir, that's what makes so much different from those below, it's got more passion, and is far more fun and energetic, it doesn't feel like an extension of the rest of school.

I also figured out why else i was so offended, because of the way they compared it to the other classes, I'm moved by all learning. I thrive on learning, so i was also offended by the negative way in which they compared it to other classes. Because I DO leave other classes with such this passion, naturally an interior passion (passionately shouting how much you love something amongst a ton of people who hate it will get you some looks(and i don't need another reason for people to think i'm crazy)).


onto a different topic, i seem to be having far more violent reactions to seemingly harmless things (NOTE: not actual actions, but mental actions). such as i hold everyone in contempt when walking down the halls for impeding my movement, but it seems when one of these fools makes eye-contact with me, i can clearly visualize about a hundred ways i can easily kill them, all in 1080i digital HD. This version of myself finds that version frightening and appalling, prehaps i should learn to let go of my hate.


on a different subject, since i always seem to show my love or frustration on this. I am currently not seeking anyone nor seeing anyone, and i am oddly content. it's like all of that bewildered teenage hormones have finally been laid to rest, and i can live the rest of my live in peace.


that's all for tonight, for those afar and those close to home, have a wonderfully evening.

(PS: I will try to work on the creepy serial killer thoughts thing)