I feel good. It’s almost hard for me to write another journal entry, given that the last one was my 100th (in 2.75 years!), and it follows a series of angry, scathing editorials. I don’t feel angry right now; I just feel mellow.
I knew the very first Saturday of spring break that I wouldn’t have enough time to do everything I wanted to do, and now it’s happened. I’ve had a very good break and a surprisingly busy one. I stayed in town last year, and all I did was read Shakespeare and “War and Peace.” I wouldn’t have time for it this year because I’ve been busy every single day catching up with stuff I’d put off during school. Well, it’s all right. This was a very good week, and it’s made me happy. I can’t wait for school to end.
Track ends in 16 days now. This has been the best track season I’ve ever had because I haven’t been out of shape and miserable, and we haven’t had as many hard workouts as usual. I could be good, they tell me, but I only try hard at practice, and I cut corners everywhere else. Heh, well, yeah..sigh. This must be why I come up just short every year, but the way I see it, I’m just preserving my sanity. It’s an insane world. ;)
I don’t really like The Grapes of Wrath. It’s the first book I haven’t been excited about in a long time would be this one. It’s just really redundant. He makes a really good point, and then he makes it over and over again. Sigh. Well, it’s still very well-done.
I think people who fake religion are stupid. I feel more of a kinship with devoted, intelligent atheists than I do with lukewarm Christians. Yes, I disagree with them, but I respect their courage (it’s hard to be an atheist in America) and their honest search for the truth. Call me crazy, but I don’t think God would condemn any seeker of truth to hell. It’s all right to be uncertain of your beliefs or question them, but it’s also important to have convictions. Wishy-washy people just frustrate everyone.
I know a lot of very interesting people. Do I know them because they’re interesting, or are they interesting because I know them? I know I don’t find everyone interesting, so I suppose my friendships are a matter of chemistry more than anything. Certain kinds of people are attracted to each other, even the less savory kinds. My grandpa used to say that some people are “made for each other,” good and bad. It was kind of scary when he said that about my brother and my cousin, but hey, my grandpa’s old. I figure he just lost track of things. He’s a very nice man.I’m a very lucky person. I know a lot of people, but I can’t say any of them are “bad people.” Sure, some are lost and some are arrogant and some are a bit mean, but none of them are truly evil. I think people are decent; they’re corrupted from the outside. Con men use this to make a lot of money, but they’re not truly evil, either; they’re just hungry or ambitious. I imagine there are bad people, since that’s what I’ve always been told, but I’m a fortunate man, because this town is short on them.
