Thursday, March 17, 2016

Me? Swear? never...



How often do you swear, and why?
            Swearing: it’s everywhere nowadays. People just throw the words around. They curse to describe everything: the mosquito that just bit them, the hammer they just dropped on their foot, the paper due tomorrow in English, that person they hate, the commercial interrupting the basketball game, said basketball game, the delicious cake they’re about to eat, their favorite movie, their best friend… The list goes on and on.
Personally, I try not to swear when it isn’t necessary. Of course, there was a time when I didn’t realize what the words meant, but I knew what they were, and I used them. I was much younger then. About 3 or 4 years old in fact. One specific story comes to mind: I was out walking with my dad in the cornfield across the street. We had found some arrowheads and other neat things, so we went out looking for more. On this walk, I found the coolest corncob ever. I wanted to keep this corncob for myself, but my dad wouldn’t let me. After arguing for a while, I gave up. I threw down the corncob and shouted, “Damn it!” as loud as I could. My dad was shocked. I told him that “I want the damn corncob!” and he was not happy with me. The funny thing is, it’s his own fault that I knew the word. He only said it once, but that was one time too many :).
Now that I’m older and know better, I try not to use those words. I don’t have a problem with saying them, I just don’t want them to lose their meaning. You see, when someone lays down the F bomb every other sentence, it starts to lose its meaning. But, if I don’t ever really curse, then you know something big is up when I do.
However, when the words I’m saying aren’t really my own, I don’t mind swearing. For example, if I’m playing a role in a play, and my character curses, I will curse. This is different from me swearing. Instead of me swearing, that is the character swearing. Or, for instance, if I’m quoting somebody, and they swore, I’ll swear. I mean, the saying loses some of its power if you just say, “darn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!”
Nonetheless, I think it is best overall to try to limit use of cuss words. If nothing else, for the future. If I’m not supposed to swear in the place I work, starting to develop a good filter now will become very useful. If I have kids, I don’t want to be like my dad and have his 4 year old swear at him. All in all, I think it’s better to try to avoid swearing.

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Define "Nothing"



Is “doing nothing” a good use of your time?
            Is doing nothing a good use of my time? Well, that depends. What do you mean by “nothing”?
            As defined by Merriam-Webster, nothing can mean “of no interest, value, or consequence.” According to this, I don’t ever really do “nothing,” as practically everything I do is of some interest, value or consequence to me. In this sense of the word, I never really do “nothing.”
            When I think of myself as “doing nothing,” it usually means me lying down and listening to music. I’m doing nothing productive at the time, but doing it is very important to me. In fact, I can do “nothing” for hours at a time if given the opportunity.
            The truth is, I am quite busy. With the combination of school, preparing for the SAT, Boy Scouts, theater, Rube Goldberg, and all the little things in between, I don’t have much free time. That’s why I make the most of the free time I get: I’m not productive in the slightest. I just put in my earbuds, turn off the light, and relax. After a chaotic day, this is a great way for me to recharge, and be ready to take on the challenges of the next day.
            The other important thing that happens when I do “nothing” is I get a chance to think. When I say think, I don’t mean it in the sense of thinking about how to solve a question in school, or what my lines are, or anything like that. The things I think about are almost always unrelated to the rest of my life, and they range from deeply philosophical to shallow and meaningless. One minute I’ll think about what we can discover out in space someday, and the next I’ll be wondering why I can curl my tongue. And in my mind, both questions are equally deserving of an answer.
            The other thing I do is I let my mind wander. I start to daydream. I imagine I’m exploring the deep sea, for example. Then I start having questions, and I let my imagination answer. What does the environment look like? What animals do I see? How did I get here? How am I being kept alive? How did – OH NO IT’S TRYING TO EAT ME!!! GET AWAY YOU FREAKY FISH!!! Where was I? I can’t remember. Oh well…
            Anyways, I love to “do nothing,” because it really helps me to relax and recover form a long day. At least, by my definition of “nothing”…