|A Rather Good Entry About my Current Puzzlement
||[Jan. 28th, 2006|08:12 pm]
I'm finding that with every day that goes by, I'm beginning to feel deeply sorry for people who seem to lack strong feelings regarding everything in their lives.
You know, the people you always assume have a job, but you have no idea what it is until you ask them. And when they answer it's like, "oh, I work as a Veterinary Assistant..." or "I'm a cashier at Old Navy". Just, devoid of emotion. Not one thing to say about it--just bare facts. No enthusiasm.
Or, when you hear someone talking on the phone to their love interest of whatever kind, talking to them in exactly the same way they would to their accountant or dentist or something. No familiarity. No excitement. No fulfillment. Just another obligatory relationship they have because it's there, and everyone else has the same.
Or, when I'm really excited about taking a class and ask other people who've taken it what they thought of it, and they say something like "it was OK". You know, never shedding that whole distant, businesslike attitude toward everything life has to offer.
I can't understand people like this. My college is full of them--people younger than me, even, turning into boring, uninterested grownups way before their time (or anyone's time, for that matter). What happened to them? How can they go through life without showing any feeling about it? Do they even know what they're missing? They have had all these experiences I haven't, and yet I'll never know what they are because they see everything as unworthy of being mentioned. Whereas, I try to mention as much as possible. If I don't, I feel like I'm going to explode with the urge to let someone know about my disappointments, or excitements, or joys. How can they not? How can such people be so different and still be a part of my same species?