How To Be A Better Person

Okay. (deep breath) Here goes.


1. Take insults the right way.
Treat insults as opportunities to improve. Don't sit there and hate the person who insulted you, because they've moved on. Be happy and live your life already!

2. Remember that you, and only you, control your emotions.
No, she did not make you mad. He did not make you cry. You chose to. How is it possible that a person at least three feet away from you released the chemicals that cause changes in mood in your body?

3. Don't talk when you are in a bad mood. 
Trust me, you are going to end up saying something that you will sorely regret. Use a cool head to make decisions.


I will write more soon. Don't worry, I'm not going to dump it all on you at once. :-)
   

What people post on social networking sites

Social networking sites are supposed to help people connect, right? But for some reason, I always see posts about 

• People that died and will come back to haunt/kill you if you don't reshare   
• A sad story or picture; if you don't reshare, you are apparently "cruel"

First of all, someone's personality cannot be determined by what they reshare. There are just so many reasons why a person would share or not. It could have nothing to do with them at all. I don't understand the point of posts like those. Spooky stories are just plain silly when you put them that way. I receive a lot of spam too, by email. It's annoying. 

Well, I don't have anything else to say. But I do have some news. Good news: I'm going camping tomorrow! Bad news: I have less time to study for my finals since they're next week. I could have had a whole Memorial Day weekend. 

No problem. I can totally do this! (I'm actually not so sure.) 

¡Adiós amigos! 

Riya

Amusing Quotes

My last post wasn't exactly positive, so I will compensate for that with some quotes that I found amusing.



Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.

 —Margaret Mead

If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts.

 —Albert Einstein

I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.

 —Lily Tomlin

A lot of people are afraid of heights. Not me, I'm afraid of widths.

 —Steven Wright

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.

 —Mae West

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.

 —Mark Twain

Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.

 —Jim Carrey

A woman's mind is cleaner than a man's: She changes it more often.

 —Oliver Herford

My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.

 —Mitch Hedberg

 Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.

 —Don Marquis

I found these quotes on brainyquote.com.

Lessons Learnt

Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.
- Robert J. Hanlon

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

― Maya Angelou


I'm not perfect. Nobody* is. Everyone says mean things. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone points out others' faults. Everyone offends others. But someone with a true heart apologizes when they mean it and assume that others mean it, too. They forgive and forget. They don't assume the worst. When someone asks you, "When did I ever say that?" or "What did I say/do to you?", you don't have to answer. They are only doing that because they want to prove themselves. It never works. (refer to Maya Angelou's quote)

Not that I am not mean for no reason (everyone is), but why? Why are their mean people out there? Well, besides the fact that there has to be someone to compare good people to. I mean, if all of us were good, we wouldn't know what bad is. So I guess the world can't function without mean, cruel, cynical, and humiliating people. 

Sometimes I say things, spiteful things, without taking a moment to think, "Is this really the right thing to say? Is this really necessary?" and I dig myself into a hole impossible to climb out of. I destroy my reputation until I almost don't have one. 

Then I see and hear others and their spite. And I wonder if I really am a bad person after all. Then I see kindness. And I realize that I am far, far away from it. I feel like burrowing into a secret place, all alone, without anyone to insult me, to tell me my faults. I have made lists, many lists. About me, my negative traits. I have awoken and thought to myself about how selfish I am.

I admire the Buddhist religion. Not that I don't admire others, of course. But the thing about Buddhism is that its followers strive to free themselves from desire. This in my eyes, is a noble goal. Wait...but then they desire not to desire? Never mind. But I try to imagine that there is nothing that I want— social approval, education, warmth, food, to be loved, nothing. That's why I admire it so much. Because I can't do it. I just can't. 

What is there to gain from cruelty, spite, and degrading behavior?

* Nobody is perfect. I am Nobody. Therefore I am perfect.

Who are you going with? Oh, Nobody.

Who's the best at it? I'm pretty sure...Nobody.

I found the prospect of someone being named Nobody quite humorous. :-)

Post #1 (The most horrifying, intimidating one)

Deep breath. Here we go. The first post. Those frightening prospects are there, staring blatantly at me from  the shadows. Aaah! They are coming after me! Excuse me while I run.

Phew. I'm back. Where was I? Oh, yes. My...oh, no. Okay. Let me try this.

Hi everyone! I'm Riya. I am a boring person who has too many interests to count and a crazily hectic schedule. I wish I was better at sports but I like running. The only sports I am okay at are hockey and Ultimate Frisbee. The rest...well, let's not go there. Eh, maybe kickball. I am an A student, though! That's not exactly boring! Is it? Okay. I am embarrassing myself right now, so I sign off. 

Ciao for now, 

Riya


PS - PHEW! Well, one more thing checked off my bucket list! :-)