I'm just kind of bored on the school computers and want something to do... so I thought I might as well type this in the five minutes reaminging of class. Yeah, not long, but meh... that's okay.
In this blog I wanted to touch on the topic of people as a whole and their seeming allergy to knowledge.
It's not that they don't want it (sometimes) but rather that they don't see the need to put forth the effort to obtain it.
Why is this?
I think it all leads back to the phrase "ignorance is bliss."
I walk through the hallways of my highschool and see people who have no problems living their lives being mean to others, disregarding others, and treating others basically like shit.
And they're all ignorant.
Yet... they're happy, or they seem to be and say so if someone asks.
I wonder if I could ever be that satisfied wth not knowing the things I do about the world, even at my relatively young age. I wonder... could I ever live my life like they do? Could I ever live, only making myself feel better by putting down those people around me?
I don't know... but if I was ignorant, I think my life would be a lot easier. I'd take joy in easier-to-obtain things.
I take joy in drawing, reading, writing, and nature... and I admit, video games too. But none of those things put down other people, at least I think so.
I could never be happy living in ignorance, that supposed "bliss..."
I think I'd feel as if something wopuld be missing from my life, but again... if I was ignorant, would I really KNOW something was missing?
However, I can't imagine myself that way, and never will be that way, because it's just not me.
Class is over... bye for now.
§ Jessica §
