Teenage Indecision

I’ve never been effective nor dedicated to keeping blogs or vlogs maintained. My focus goes. I forget. I move on. But sometimes I have ideas or thoughts that I feel the need to share.

About to depart for university in the fall, I realized the amount of decisions that need to be made. But also how the small choices we make daily reflect who we are.

I felt like going home at lunch, but could not remember where my house keys were. That ended that idea.
I spent 3.00 on some cheesy garlic bread things at the school cafeteria instead of driving to Tim Hortons to get a sandwich, donut and drink for about 7. Because I did not feel like driving.

Even now while I type this I should be working on an assignment due today. But I’m not.
This amount of procrastination is far from admirable.

But these choices are not necessarily effecting me in an extremely negative way. I might be hungry later and spend money I can’t afford to spend because I am unemployed. I might feel slightly sickened from eating caf food. But I’ll survive. I will deal with the fact that my teacher and my mother will be peeved that my work isn’t handed in. It will be done tonight, but won’t be able to reach its destination til Tuesday morning.

These choices are not overly detrimental.
Not compared to fellow peers who never attend school anymore. Old friends who dropped out and I see once every couple of months walking on the street. Those who come to class high. The ones who mess with peoples’ cars in the back parking lot. The students who call others names or think it’s acceptable to debate about whether it’s okay to call something gay in wood working class. The ones whose minds are closed. Or do not see their choices.

It’s frustrating. The school over the past five years has become much more open minded and accepting of diversity. The Gay Straight Alliance has helped a lot. But there are still posters torn down for events or they are vandalized. There are also groups of kids still using derogatory words. But I guess we can’t change everyone in the world. It’s not entirely their fault.

If parents were more open minded, more accepting, more willing of certain societal aspects, perhaps we could overcome the prejudices faced in our world. Granted, there are hundreds of other factors affecting our ability to achieve equality.

I only wish our younger generations would be more willing to see the impact of even their simplest of choices.