We've Lost Sight of What Matters

     So early this morning, I sent a text to most of my family members saying, "Just texting to say, I love you. I don't say that enough." Because well, unfortunately it's true, I really don't say it enough. But I noticed this was seen by those I sent it too and that they are in the same boat all based of their responses.
     You see, a couple texted me back, "Is everything alright?" Which everything was. But why did they think something is wrong? Because, WE DON'T SAY I LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO THOSE WHO MATTER TO US AND DESERVE IT.
     This shouldn't be the case. We shouldn't have let something like saying I love you take such a backseat in our lives that when ourself or someone else says it, the first thought is somethings wrong. And yes I know, this isn't the case EVERY TIME but it is the case more than it should be.
     So I encourage you if you read this post, TELL THE ONES THAT MATTERS THAT YOU LOVE THEM! It means more than I think we sometimes realize.

I HAVE THE HARDEST MAJOR...said everybody ever

     Since getting into college a couple of years of go, I've noticed a theme. A silent competition amongst students to convince everyone else that they have the hardest major. The arguments are the same regardless of major, too; course load, amount of time required outside of class, etc.
     First off, everybody's major can be deemed the hardest major, it's all about perspective. But I believe people are missing the point, whether you have the hardest major or not DOESN'T MATTER! You know what matters? Doing everything you can to be the best you can be within that major, and then taking all that you learned and then doing everything you can to change the world and make it a better place. Now that, (pause for dramatic effect) is the hardest major.
     I'm majoring in changing the world. How about you?

It is in Giving that You Receive

     So these past few weeks, I have been feeling a lot like the character Job. Things just haven't been going my way, and it's been on thing after another. Each day, I try to remain optimistic and say this where things turn for the better, and then some new b.s. happens. But a few days ago, there was a moment. Just a brief moment, but it made my smile the purest, most genuine, most happy smile and made me the happiest I've been since I left home.
     I was sitting in one of the school cafeterias enjoying lunch with some of my fraternity brothers. Every week we do this to keep brotherhood up, which is great. While we sitting there I saw a lady. Now, this lady I had had an encounter with the day before; she works at the school print shop, and when I went to it, she had seemed kind of mean and abrasive towards me, but I kept composed the whole time. Well this new day that I was seeing her, she was leaving from the check out area with a water, and some watermelon cubes to enjoy for lunch/a snack. Then it happened, she dropped her watermelon.
     I could see in her eyes and body language how deflated she had become. She looked so sad, but even more so, SO EXHAUSTED! And then it hit me. This lady probably has the hardest day everyday. She has to deal with college students coming in everyday to print stuff. They probably give her attitude, and slow up the progress of the print shop and she's left having to fix it all.
     So distraught from dropping her watermelon, she just left it all on the floor and peaced out. Back to the print shop, she went. That's when I made my move. I hopped up from the table where I was sitting and made a dash back into the cafeteria and rounded up some more watermelon cubes, paid the cashier lady, and made a dash to the print shop (luckily in the same building as the cafeteria). There she was sitting at her desk, flustered and un-expecting of me and what I was about to do. I walked up to desk, gestured the watermelon towards her, and said excuse me miss, but I saw you drop your watermelon, here's some new ones.
     She looked so overwhelmed with gratitude and relief. She couldn't stop thanking me or telling me how kind I am. I thought her reaction was a bit of an over zealous one for what I figured to be just a very small favor I was doing. But she saw otherwise. For her, I was acknowledging the hard day she goes through everyday and saying THANK YOU!
     So why am I telling you, the reader, this? It's not to brag or get more people telling me I'm kind. I could care less. I was raised to consider even the jobs and tasks that aren't thankless as thankless and just to do everything right because it's the right thing to do. I TELL YOU THIS BECAUSE, here I was, day after day, frustrated and after doing this, none of my problems and b.s. seemed to phase me. I was reminded that I'M NOT THE ONLY GUY WITH PROBLEMS! And while no one person and there problems is more important then another, it's  sometimes better to forget yours for a moment and acknowledge someone else's. Following what I did, I couldn't help but be happy for the rest of the day. My bike's back tire got a hole later that day and went flat, and I didn't care. I smiled and said, so what. I'm alive. I was too happy from helping someone else. SO I THINK YOU SHOULD HELP TOO! I mean sure results may vary as they say in the fine print, but I assure you, if you help others, the type of happiness you feel is all that will vary, NOT THE DEGREE!

Shakin' Hands and Kissin' Babies

     When I started this blog, I created it for me. I made it as a way for me to express my thoughts, beliefs, and opinions and get them out for me to better examine them if you will. That's why there can be long gaps from one post to the next. But I went with the idea of a blog and making all this stuff public, because I figured at least one person has to feel the way I feel (that person varying) each time I make a new post, so I wanted them by reading each post to know they aren't alone. All that being said, as much as this blog was and still is for me, I've received a lot of positive feedback and a lot of support, including a lot from people whom I don't really keep in touch with, but they still came across the blog. Because so, I think to extent this has become kind of my readers' blog as well and I want this writer/reader relationship to be a two way street; interactive, you know.

     So here's what I was thinking:

     If you ever read my blog and if you come across this post, here's what I'd like you to do, hit me up via Facebook (or however you get to my blog) and tell me something going on in your life for me to acknowledge. It can be good or bad, I don't care, I wanna show my support back to you. If you want, you can private message it as well. I just feel that I've been given so much through this blog via my readers, that I want to give back. So please, actually do this. LET'S TALK!

P.S. I apologize if I don't get back to you immediately, if this blog's purpose is actually served, than I'm hoping for a lot of responses, and so it's gonna take some time, BUT don't let that stop you from hitting me up.