An Act of Kindness
In our fast paced society it is easy to lose track of the things you live for. So many burdens of society clutter our lives that it is often hard to concentrate on anything else. Our relentless routines begin to control our lives before we realize it. Constantly stressing over work and bills that the anxiety clouds our perception and you forget what you once lived for. Your personality transforms into one that is not your own and you become frustrated with life. As I walk the halls at school I observe the interactions of all the people. With most everyone it is the same. They are insecure and develop many misconceptions about their peers. Too many people attempt to form opinions on those around them without enough real insight of who that person is. Most forget that others have issues outside of what it might appear, and the situation may be worse than they would ever let on. There are always reasons for a persons actions, and are almost always in good intention; no matter how they turn out. We are too quick to form opinions and consistently do not take the time to actually understand a person. Some people have complex personalities and are currently in complex situations.
In middle school I never did have what it took to be cool. I didn't have any girl friends, I didn't go to parties, I didn't have nice clothes, and I didn't know anything about the cool things to do. It is hard for a child to grow up without any real friends; because no one took the time to understand. To be too shy to make friends, so shy that others mistake it for conceit. To dread every school day in which I wander hoping nobody sees me. I tried to make friends and sometimes it seemed I did but it always turned out otherwise, they were just putting up with me for a while before telling me off. I found ways to blend in for years without being noticed, many people who I talk to now do not remember me from middle school. Even now I only have two friends, and have more enemies than ever. I know
In middle school I never did have what it took to be cool. I didn't have any girl friends, I didn't go to parties, I didn't have nice clothes, and I didn't know anything about the cool things to do. It is hard for a child to grow up without any real friends; because no one took the time to understand. To be too shy to make friends, so shy that others mistake it for conceit. To dread every school day in which I wander hoping nobody sees me. I tried to make friends and sometimes it seemed I did but it always turned out otherwise, they were just putting up with me for a while before telling me off. I found ways to blend in for years without being noticed, many people who I talk to now do not remember me from middle school. Even now I only have two friends, and have more enemies than ever. I know