I like Y2J; he's a good actor.

I don't remember if I've said this before: People are idiots. If I haven't, well, there it is.

I have little faith in people, but I still try to give people the benefit of the doubt. It gets difficult sometimes, but everyone warrants some faith and trust, right? And sometimes, people warrant pity and condescension.


So, I just watched 2 video clips of Chris Jericho (typically plays WWE heel, or, in layman's terms, the "bad guy") dealing with an unruly crowd. His security detail sucked. They didn't do anything. They shoved some people back, and that was it. They didn't try to get him back in his truck or clear a path for him to leave. They pretty much let him get surrounded and wait for the inevitable.

As I said, the security guys didn't do well. So fans could get up in Jericho's face and talk shit about his character. What the hell, people? He plays a character on a mostly scripted show. Really, the only things not scripted are the words and the mistakes (i.e. real injuries and deaths).

Anyway, one of the unruly kids (an allegedly adult woman) went up to Jericho and said a few words. He tried to get back in his truck, and the woman spat on him. He snapped and shoved her. The crowd went a lil more crazy after that.

If you watch any of the many videos on YouTube, you can hear people in the crowd saying, "Oh, my god, he hit a girl! What an asshole!" Are you serious? You provoke a person, and you don't expect him to be provoked? It doesn't matter if the spitter was a guy or a girl; he was spat on!

I've been spat on. I got quite pissed off. I can understand a little of how he felt. Unlike Jericho, I wasn't surrounded by a potentially violent mob. I even heard that the people trashed his truck. I don't know if that's true, but I do know most guys love their cars. Plus, he was being verbally abused because of a character he plays on TV. I don't know about you, but I would be pretty ticked if people confused fiction with reality and threatened me because of their idiocy.

Yes, I believe the crowd was filled with idiots, except for the ones who were asking for autographs. Then again, if I wanted an autograph, I wouldn't be standing with the people who wanted to hurt the person I was looking for. Just so, you know, there's no confusion there.


Moving along, so I had my English and Poli Sci classes today. I do crosswords every time there is a new Spartan Daily out. The puzzle page is always the first page I turn to every morning haha. It's also where I sometimes write down ideas for journal entries. For the most part, I haven't used many of those ideas because I've been trying to limit my time on the Internet. But today, I'm gonna get at least one of the ideas down.


I pretty much stopped updating about my daily life, which makes me sad because I want to remember what I do every day. However, I don't do very much every day. Or, well, I want to update about things that I consider worth remembering. And I don't remember what I do on most days, so that must mean I don't do anything important. Of course, that's a logical fallacy (I'm slowly relearning the fallacies). But I'm going to leave it at that because I'm being close-minded for tonight.


If you haven't read Le Petit prince, or The Little Prince (English version), you should. It's a wonderful children's book that I read in my French III class in high school. I love it. It provides many ideal lessons.

I remember the class discussion about one particular lesson. At first, I didn't understand the meaning of the chapter that we had read. The chapter was about a businessman counting the stars. I remember Madame Wilsoncaine explaining that as we become adults, we become less wary about quality and more preoccupied by quantity; less practicality, more ownership. When we're young and we meet new people, we ask questions like "what's your favorite color?" or "who is your best friend?" When we're older, we ask, "How old are you? How much money do you make? What kind of car do you have?" We don't ask what do you like or enjoy; we ask what do you have. Seriously, what do the material items ultimately tell you about a person that is more important than what their likes, dislikes, and feelings would show you?

I don't know about you, but I like talking about limitless things than about things that can only last a lifetime.

We rely a lot on statistics, but they're still just numbers that we assume represent a whole. Oftentimes, it seems like we rely more on numbers than we do on other people. Where's the social cohesiveness in that? Where's the value? Hell, our shared values are even measured by numbers, which is understandable, I suppose. We can't measure by validity. How do we do that? We can't. What we choose to believe and accept as truth can't be validified. At least not completely objectively.


I know my writing and speaking styles are riddled with fallacies and incongruities and whatever other mistake you can think of. That's something for me to work on this semester. My classes are stressing critical thinking, so hopefully they will help. And I know I sometimes use loaded words and then neutral words. I don't like conflict, and I try not instigate with words. I often do that with myself, and I don't like it. So I try not to do that with other people.

And yes, it is totally possible to argue with yourself :) I'm not even joking.


Ok, I was going to elaborate on the number thing, but it's getting too late and I didn't finish my homework. Sooo...

Goodbye.