My english teacher says this makes no sense
Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 2:33 am
Please post here about what you believe this paper is about, so that I can prove to my english teacher that it is not unintelligable.
An Unfortunate Occurrence
My predicament, being unfortunately common in the high school environment, begins with a false sense of moral obligation. In order to ensure to myself the fact of my own quality, my mind creates a situation, in which I can demonstrate said quality.
And that is how I find myself speaking to a person who, given a sadly unachieved indifference to the public opinion of my morals, I would not and could not, in good conscience, make myself speak to.
A note from present tense me: With hindsight (as always) one can better analyze the mistakes made in haste, and the mistake on my part was a fairly critical blunder. I, for some unknown reason, felt like it was more important to be a generally good person than to get to my intended destination. Never do this. The sooner you can accept the simple fact that you, while you have the ability to perform good deeds, are not bound to be, in any way shape or form, a model of good social conduct.
While you read my note, I have bypassed the awkward initial greeting stage, and moved on to the exchange of pointless information concerning a topic that contains little or no interesting material. If you absolutely must speak with an undesirable acquaintance, then I suggest you follow my example. It is much harder to leave in the middle of a conversation centered around your next prospective girlfriend than it is to leave one focused on the problems of an ever annoying counterpart to the soon to be disengaged conversation.
As soon as said annoyance becomes unbearable, I automatically cast out, searching for something, anything, that can be used to make a show of being dragged away from my sad display of kindness. This stage in the proceedings is where I also begin to feel sorry for myself, wondering what I did to deserve this unwanted attention. I stretch my eyes across the courtyard, and see a friend from last year, whom, while speaking to them is not the most joy I’ve ever experienced, their conversation is still much more desirable than the increasingly tedious blather extricating itself from the mouth of my current “friend.”
The extraction is the most delicate stage of my story. Leave too quickly, and the person might feel shunted (as they should), but if I take too much time, you might go mad and things might end in a violent death.
Success! We are now walking away from our unwanted acquaintance, wondering how in the world we could survive another conversation like that, and feeling one of the deepest feelings of self pity that we will ever feel, similar to the feeling after a hard breakup, or after wasting two hours on a bad movie. We are all hypocrites. Sad, but true.
A final note: What excuse do we have for feeling bad for ourselves? The person we just spoke to will eventually experience enough conversations in which they are unwanted that they will stop trying. They have a much more realistic and dramatic reason to pity themselves.
So next time you see someone you don’t want to talk to, save everyone the trouble, and keep walking.
An Unfortunate Occurrence
My predicament, being unfortunately common in the high school environment, begins with a false sense of moral obligation. In order to ensure to myself the fact of my own quality, my mind creates a situation, in which I can demonstrate said quality.
And that is how I find myself speaking to a person who, given a sadly unachieved indifference to the public opinion of my morals, I would not and could not, in good conscience, make myself speak to.
A note from present tense me: With hindsight (as always) one can better analyze the mistakes made in haste, and the mistake on my part was a fairly critical blunder. I, for some unknown reason, felt like it was more important to be a generally good person than to get to my intended destination. Never do this. The sooner you can accept the simple fact that you, while you have the ability to perform good deeds, are not bound to be, in any way shape or form, a model of good social conduct.
While you read my note, I have bypassed the awkward initial greeting stage, and moved on to the exchange of pointless information concerning a topic that contains little or no interesting material. If you absolutely must speak with an undesirable acquaintance, then I suggest you follow my example. It is much harder to leave in the middle of a conversation centered around your next prospective girlfriend than it is to leave one focused on the problems of an ever annoying counterpart to the soon to be disengaged conversation.
As soon as said annoyance becomes unbearable, I automatically cast out, searching for something, anything, that can be used to make a show of being dragged away from my sad display of kindness. This stage in the proceedings is where I also begin to feel sorry for myself, wondering what I did to deserve this unwanted attention. I stretch my eyes across the courtyard, and see a friend from last year, whom, while speaking to them is not the most joy I’ve ever experienced, their conversation is still much more desirable than the increasingly tedious blather extricating itself from the mouth of my current “friend.”
The extraction is the most delicate stage of my story. Leave too quickly, and the person might feel shunted (as they should), but if I take too much time, you might go mad and things might end in a violent death.
Success! We are now walking away from our unwanted acquaintance, wondering how in the world we could survive another conversation like that, and feeling one of the deepest feelings of self pity that we will ever feel, similar to the feeling after a hard breakup, or after wasting two hours on a bad movie. We are all hypocrites. Sad, but true.
A final note: What excuse do we have for feeling bad for ourselves? The person we just spoke to will eventually experience enough conversations in which they are unwanted that they will stop trying. They have a much more realistic and dramatic reason to pity themselves.
So next time you see someone you don’t want to talk to, save everyone the trouble, and keep walking.