BIG PAPER! (deserves caps)

My paper is late, but I'm writing it anyways.
I guess we'll see if you grade it.
Will be up by tonight- if not then tomorrow morning.
BIG PAPER- Big Paper- Big Paper - Big Paper- Big Paper
Introducation:
Ask any person and something they'd say they'd want most out of life is happiness. Who wouldn't want to be happy, I doubt people set out for misery. But at times its hard to imagine everyone being happy. There would have to be a lot of unhappiness to really grasp appreciation for happiness. Even once we've found that thing that makes us happy, we'd have do whatever we can to maintain it, hold on to that magnificant thing that makes us all warm inside before it dissapears forever. Typically its a person whom we fall in love with. Maybe its a hobby or sport. Unfortunately such ambition to be blissfully happy isn't always as easy to come by like it was when we were young and "ignorant". Its been said that as we get older, it becomes increasingly harder for being to feel satisfied because we've learned by now that life isn't as pure and simple as we once thought. The concept of ignorance is bliss can no longer play into the lives of those who've been exposed to the hardship and cruelty that comes with growing up. That's when people may reconsider how they live their life, and are sent down paths that make it easier to get through the day without breaking down. We as human beings are born with a sense of emptiness that we attempt in filling with sources of meaning so that we can then achieve life's universal goal; happiness. It takes becoming adults and the process of growing up to really understand that the universe doesn't automatically give you what you may or may not deserve. We mostly have to decide what kind of people we to be, and a huge factor that comes along with this decision is the option of being cool. But what is cool, really? Happiness?

Argument 1: Birth coincides with need.
Its inevitable that the day we are born we are needy. How can we not, we have the competance of a fish, completely clueless as to what the hell we're supposed to do but cry and whine and wait for comfort. Its unfortunately to see how some people never shook this brat mentality, but for the average person independence comes with age. But first we must all start at the same square one. Our birthdates are out entry into the world, out introduction to our families and time to absorb all the attention we can hold to with out tiny little fingers and adorable little heads.
Its funny hot people "ohhh" and "awwww" very how irresistible babies are, smiling when they smile, laughing when they laugh. But doesn't it ever seem like adults are making fun or babies? Sure they are cute no matter what, but it seem that the moe babies mess up the more enjoyable it is for the adult. As if they're subconsciously mocking the kid for being clueless of the works of the human body. Not that this is a major point towards my thesis, I just think its ironic how we start out as little comedians to entertain the amusement of our elders.
From age one, life becomes a serie of trials and errors. In the beginning its much simpler.

Argument 2: How society shapes us in between.

Major Point: Appearance and Costumes

At some point in our youth, appearance becomes apart of the package. It never really mattered in the beginning because, franky, we didn't give a shit if we were naked, cloted or wrapped in a garbage bag. Our clothed bodies really only appealed to our warmth and the amusement of our parents (perhaps if we were dressed in a obnoxious getup bought by a wacky grandmother.) Reguardless, children don't really care about what they wear until they are put in a room with other kids. From the first day of preschool, when a kid see's another they start to compare. They compare anything from clothes, to shoes to toys. Merchandise becomes a popularity contest, and whoever has the best whatever was the coolest kid on the playground. "Oh I have the new Hannah Montana back pack, Its the only one in sparkly pink, my mommy ordered it from CHINA!"
Major point- Misconception
Once we are exposed to the real world, flying from the nest to venture into new territory like school, sports and social outings coordinated my our parents, we are molded into an identity of our suroundings. Sometimes I think the expression "two faced" is misinterpreted 1) because we everyone can be two faced, so why do we constantly single people out for it and 2) there aren't exaclty two faces a person can portray, but multible. We're never EXACTLY the same in every settings, and even if we try there are always characteristics about ourselves altered to easily accommodate with the people in such suroundings. Its just a way of life.
But just because someone puts on a different pose doesn't mean their not being sincere. It may be the case in some situations, while in more common situations, onlookers may misjudge or jump to the conclusion that a person Is being "fake". In many scenario's the fake demeanor can be mistaken for a failed attempt of cool.
Pause: Let me take a moment to redefine my definition of cool. As cool as being a universal goal, a reach that people work towards, for instance a high paying job, sleeping with the model or winning a fist right. We all work to achieve these goals, and when they fail we work harder to get them. So just because someone's aspiration may bluntly be to "be cool" then who are we to smash their dreams? Although we may not SINCERELY think they're cool, wouldn't it be nice if people could PURPOSELY do a little role playing to make someone else's life a bit more enjoyable? Just a thought, not that I believe anyone would actually do this.

Sometimes I believe the smartest people are the ones who know how to play people, and when I say play I mean fool. Like what Andy told us about the book "Speak Very Little" that discussed the techniwque of landing any job simply by asking questions in the interview, and while letting the interviewer speak, acting engaged and enthused by their speech. Perhaps the author made a break through into the mind of employers, but reguardless its all an act to get what you want. So if we want to be cool, is it ok to sacrefice out true personalities. Or do we become who we pretend to be?

Argument 3- Once we're done growing, who have we become?
(A) Maj point- Outcasts

I fathom nobody dreams of being an outcast.
"What would you like to be when you grow up, son?"
"Oh I've always wished to become that looked down upon lunatic hobo that lives on the street, in which people will always have a 12 foot radius of me as I sing spice girls songs with my tangled hair waving in the wind along with my horrific odor!"
No.
In society, people who are different are seen as outcasts, generally rebellions or FAILURES. But what is a failure? A person who doesn't meet the expectations set by our adored government? Someone who gave up on perusing the "American dream?" What kind of ambitions are we given to choose from? Sometimes I think we've got our morals in a twist and don't even realize it due to all the entertainment and distractions nicely packaged by the media through television, rock & roll and the big one DRUGS AND ALCOHOL (as seen on Gossip Girl).

I'm getting a little bit off the topic I was aiming for, but basically I think:
The concept of an outcast SUCKS. We all know what its like to be the odd one out of SOME sort of situation. Incapable of meeting the cutoff, "sorry you have promise but your just not worthy (when I say this I mean in a social sense) of being included in the clique." Didn't get picked for dodge ball, not pretty enough to be asked to slow dance at the winter formal, or having no one to eat lunch with. Its heart breaking when you see someone who just doesn't fit in. The person who is avoided and ignored for being different. It all plays into the perception of cool because in some shape of form there is always that person we think we're better then. And there are always people who think they are better then us. When really, we're all just people trying to SURVIVE. Trying not to get too depressed as a means of bearing to continue this unpredictable and fragile life.

I imagine its hard just being born different. I admit, I have thought to myself before that I got it kind of easy being born into a nice Jewish middle class family with a three bedroom apartment and beach house at the shore. I could have been born into a much harder life, and yet I got this one.
But what is it like for the homosexual kid born into a orthodox christian family in Alabama. Or the Haitian who just lost his home and half his family in the earth quake. Or a little girl who was a crack baby and forced to go from foster home to foster home. Hardship does exist, but I have been lucky enough to not have to witness or experience it on a daily basis.

Instead, I cry over a boy not liking me or my sister teasing me on acne or my dad refusing to give me money because I didn't do enough chores. Who the fuck am I? And who the fuck are we to complain about this economy when there are far worse places to live, where there aren't only any jobs or health care, but no food or water to go around.

WHO THE FUCK ARE WE TO COMPLAIN?

Does outcasts exist in third world countries? Are there room for outcasts, or is it just survival of the fittest?

I catch myself having moments where I want to cry, but I can't form the tears. Its frustrating, because I have that heavy weight on my chest and lump in my throat and think out scenario's of advocating my "struggle" (if you could call it that) to others, and in my fantasy they always understand and commend me for my bold way of seeing life differently.

(this is another image of cool I like, having radical original thought when really its been thought a million times over before)

I think its dumb how some of us walk down the street with out heard held high claiming to be good people, complimenting ourselves for out hard work and good deeds when really I think America, and New York in particular wouldn't know a hard days work if they were required to work a double shift.

Are we all doing the best we can, being the best we can?

grrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I am getting off topic again. Lets call this the Outcast and survival point.

But first, back to outcasts. I just feel we should stop out casting one another. We are all just people trying to survive. Its as simple as that.

Maj Point numero dose:Layers
FUCK! I snuck a peek at Ali Jo's blog and saw the picture of an onion, which started of a firestorm of idea's reffering back to the concept of cool and now I am practically stealing her brilliant point. So Andy, consider her one the very wise philosophers I am quoting in my paper.

Onions. A vegtable consisting of layers. Shreck got it right when he described himself as an onion because, really, we all have multiple personalities that suite us best in differing settings.

Who we are today may not be who we are tomorrow and CERTAINLY wasn't who we were yesterday.

At our best, we are flowers, blossoming... and then losing out pedals. We have a time of sheer beauty where we are at the PEEK of our existence, and then its gone -faded away- and we have to rely on our PERSONALITIES to gain companions.

Perhaps onions are more suitable for this point, because really we're not all beautiful flowers. If I'm keeping the same theme as my last point, we are actually pretty cynical. Best described by me as egotistical morons who can seem pretty smelly and ugly that makes G-d want to cry.

People have layers. Starting from birth to the day they die. Our true layers take time to reveal themselves, having to go through the process of growing up.

Major Point 3: Paying it forward. Paid off?
Does anything we did when we were alive really matter all that much when we're dead? There has been billions of billion of billions of people that came before us, that exist with us right now, and that will come after us. Thinking about the universe and all the matter that exists in the world can shutter a person to the bone. We are so horribly tiny, so blaintanly insignificant compared to the massive existence of planets and oceans and movie stars. Most of our neighbors, best friends and closest aquatences aren't anyone famous, brilliant or talented. They average people leading an average life that they were born into. Although no one can really say how boring or average that life is except the person who lived it. But reguardless, is it all worth all the effort when we're all going to die anyways? Whats the point, to leave you mark on this world to be remembered by future.
Sometimes I think g-d or whever created this world was a mastermind, a brilliant evil genius who created some of the most beautiful things imagineable. And then that same creator created to concept of cool. The thing that traps and holds people back, an image that corrupts the mind and wounds the soul.
Cool is just expectations embedded on the stupid to keep them obedient in order to please and fulfill the power of the smart.

To be continued...