This is the week where college students lose their minds. Where students that had no idea that the library exists have commandeered my favorite study spot, but that is not what I am here to "rant" about. I am here to speak about the people that do not care. I do not understand why some people are even here (in college) when all they do is party, skip class, and wonder why they are on academic probation. I first hand experience this with my roommates who will have a "crying party" about how they are failing a class. I am not saying they are bad people in any way, or targeting them as a person, just their study habits. I bet if they went to class and did not drink on weekdays then maybe they would be doing well in their classes.
I recently had to do an essay and it got me thinking about how much my life matters to me. In this essay I explained why global skepticism does not necessarily matter. Whether we live in a virtual world (such as the matrix) or we live in the "real world" does not matter. The assignment was, “Imagine you KNOW that you and the entirety of this world are in a virtual reality right now. It is a fully simulated reality. And as we all know, this world is full of violence, hate, and more than enough suffering of every stripe and variety to go around ten times over. Now, imagine that one day while walking to class, you notice a small blue box. You pick up the box, open it, and find a button and a pamphlet. The button is labeled 'OFF.' After reading the pamphlet, you realize that this button is the OFF button for the entire simulation. With one push, you and EVERYTHING ELSE would vanish without a trace, without pain. You are now faced with a decision…do you push the button?” Well the point was I would I want to live in a virtual world if I had found out that it was not real. It is real to me, which is why I try so hard to achieve my goals.
I strive to do well in school, to study by butt off to get good grades, and to make something of my life. I mean in the end we are all going to die, but it is the time you had to live that matters. I don’t understand how people do not care what happens to them, that they do not want to strive to be the best that they can be and make something of themselves. In my class we had gone over whether a computer-simulated life would be meaningful and I’m wondering how people who can’t seem to care about the life they have now can even have an opinion on something concerning the meaning of life. I see students who are working hard to make the best lives for themselves that they can (even if they aren’t in school, but working) and I can see that they know the meaning of living life to the fullest.
Seeing people like my roommates, however, just makes me think that life could be meaningless in some people’s eyes.
Still trying to find a new spot at the library,