The Golden Rule

Golden Rule says, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

I politely disagree with this rule. With my 20-someting years on earth I have had to rethink and change most things I thought were expected of me or the respected status quo, and the ‘Golden Rule’ is a philosophy that I currently have a problem with.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

Nicety…..I feel should be expressed only when it is really true. In public, when I somehow make eye contact with a stranger, they smile and return their face to normal all within one sec. It probably just me, but I find that very creepy. You.do.not. have to smile at everyone, forcing a smile when you clearly don’t mean it––especially when it is not needed––is not necessary but somehow expected.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

Throwing a large birthday party for an introvert, because everyone wants a party right?

There are more notable situations I could point out, but I think you get the gist already. I realize the main premise of the rule is related to other essence of life, but it is good to remind yourself once in while that People are inherently different, hence they should be treated the why they want to be treated!

Thinking……

It is much easier to say people are different that actually acknowledging the fact. My motto in life has always been ‘treating people the way I want to be treated’ and that is causing some philosophical problems for me.

Even if people are different, I believe, there are certain thing e.g behaviors in life that remains constant in every human. My personal experience with friendship has put me in some sort of dilemma as I question the essence of friendship and my assumed open-mindedness.

“doing that sounds okay to you?”

“yeah, why”

“cause i find it ridiculous and disappointing”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, that just the way I am…..I do the same thing with other friends!”

“and they have no problem with that?”

“no, everybody is different and that’s me”

“okay, right……….!”

what happens when what you seem to think is open knowledge in reference to friendship is actually not open at all? do you reevaluate or just forget the friendship? asking for a friend!

Start

Woke up, took a shower.

Dressed up, pampered the object of attraction.

Today is the day, am going to do it!

Reflection in the mirror looks good, deceiving, but let’s ignore it.

Made breakfast, had breakfast.

Wore shoes,

alright, this is it. I am strong!

They are just words, nothing else to them.

Hands on knob, open door…..

Stand and stare for a while,

thinking…, how the mind works in magical ways.

 

HOME; Family.

fam·i·ly
noun: family; plural noun: families
1.
a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household.

“Hey dad.”

“Hey, baby! How’s school going? Miss home already? Want me to come pick you up? I won’t tell your mum”

“Haha.., yes dad, I miss home, but not coming home yet. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh, is something wrong?”

“Nothing serious, I just wanted to ask if I could get a room off campus? I know it not really safe or what we talked about, but the walls are really thin. Music is not allowed after light out, and I woke my friend up last night from my nightmare.” I explained.

“Oh.” he voiced. His always uncomfortable about these things, and that’s exactly why I called him instead of my mom.

“But, what if the same happens in the new place?” he reasoned.

“I thought about that, and that why am going to find a room with thick walls with a little distance from the other roommate or I won’t move out.”

“Hmm, I don’t like this idea, and your mom is definitely not going to like it.”

“I know, but I really don’t want to wake people up every night.”

“And you don’t wanna go see someone about this dreams.” he argued.

“Nothing yet dad, plus they’re just dreams.”

“When will it be, pup.” using his nickname for me.

He was quiet for a while. He hates that I don’t talk to someone about my dreams, but I argue that am fine because truly I am. Am not scared of the dark, I willing chose to be friendly, and I don’t have any other emotional problems aside from the scary dreams; it might sound weird, but am happy to come out with just bad dreams. I don’t think I’m emotionally, or physically strong enough to let myself remember my past. Deep down I know I had a horrible past, I see the result everyday when I look at my sister, but I don’t remember the exact details. The doctors that talked to my parents said my brain has chosen to repress the bad memory, and I couldn’t be more thankful.

Amara, my sister was adopted when she was eleven, and she started seeing a therapist immediately, courtesy of our parents. Although, they were trying to help, but the sessions had the opposite effect on her. Ama doesn’t talk, only on very, very rare occasion. Whatever she remembered scared her to silence. She is terrified of sudden sounds ,new people, open space and so on. Now you understand why I am happy with just bad-dreams, at least I get to live my life without fear.

“Alright, pup! Lemme talk with your mom about it” he finally said.

“Ok, thanks dad.” I replied knowing I have gotten my way.

“You wanna talk to your sister’s or brother?” he asked.

“Bow have been texting me nonstop, and I face-timed ama a few hours ago, is shel’s there?”

“Yh!, here he comes, love you pup”

“Love you too da-da.”

“Hey grace” Sheldon practically yelled in my ears.

“Hey buddy! How you doing, miss me yet?” We made a bet that he was gonna miss very much, pretty soon.

“Psst! Are you a controller, and will jump when I press the buttons?
“What are yo…..Oh, your stupid video game.”

“Yep, I didn’t even noticed you left the house, where did you go again?”

“Haha! Very smooth lil bro, very smooth, but I miss you tho..”

“Yeah, whatever.” he said timidly. His ten and he is already acts like a typical male.

“Alright kid, when mum get home tell her “I miss you” what did I say?”

“To tell mum “I miss you””

“Ha! You said it.”

“NO, I didn’t…..I was just saying what you said.”

“Same difference bro, gotta go now, love you..Ha! You said it” I hanged-up without giving him a chance to reply.

 

**Note to self**

Start looking for apartments.

HOME; Making Friends

Every new friend is a new adventure….the start of more memories.
Patrick Lindsay.

As soon as I walked out of my last class for the day, I saw Carol and ‘the dolls’. I was immediately reminded to called my dad to further discuss my new-found idea of living off campus, but I had to go get lunch first because my stomach was not having this new diet streak of having water for breakfast. I turned the other direction to avoid tea parties, talk, but unfortunately my feet weren’t fast enough.

“Hey, grace”. Carol hollered.

“Heyyy…..Carol” I replied, trying to seem like I didn’t see her while walking out of the class. 

“Where you going..” she playfully sang.

“Am just going to get lunch” I really didn’t want her hearing my conversation with my dad.

“Cool, i was going to eat too.”

“What about your friends.” I pointed to the girls talking behind her.

“I just meet them in my class, not really friends”

“Don’t you wanna get to know them. You know, make new friends.”

“No, they were being mean to the prof, and kept talking about shoes and stuff.”

“You talk about shoes too.”

“Yeah but not that much.”

“Whatever let’s go.” I guess she was tagging along.

We got to the cafeteria which I have to admit is really impressive. It has four stations; Heal; the healthy food section., Dill Strauser; the burger joint, Castrol; the fancy place where chef’s make the food, and Express; The any-kind-of-drink you want place. This is one of the many cafeterias in the school. We went to Heal to get some salad from the salad bar, and I choose a spot at the back so I could talk without being disturbed, or being the disturbance.

“You only had peppers in your salad, that’s weird” Carol observed.

“I got some cucumbers too”

“No cheese, tomatoes or eggs.”

“She refused to melt the cheese, so lemme alone.”

“Who eats salad with melted cheese?”

“I think you mean people should eat salad with melted cheese.” I smiled. We ate our launch, and just chatted about new people in our classes for a while.

“I need to talk to my dad about getting a room off campus.” I conversed.

“What! why do you want to leave the dorm? Is it because of me? ”

“What! No! I just don’t like it. The walls are thin, and I have loud nightmares.” I said with a matter-of-fact face without realizing what i was saying. I do that sometimes, i just blunt out the first thing that comes to mind without giving it more thought.

“Oh.” she said quietly as she looked at me weirdly. Good, I though to myself, now you can stop trying to be my friends…..am all kinds of weird.

“O ooh, we can go apartment shopping together!” she announced cheerfully. I exhaled heavily. I guess this one is sticking.

“Probably, I have to talk to my dad first though.”

“yeah, of cos!.

**NOTE**

Remember to always have headphone on, so you can pretend you don’t hear people calling.