Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Snowy Sidewalks and Kindness


 
I’m walking to class bundled up like Ralphie’s brother from A Christmas Story in an attempt not to freeze to death before I make it to campus.  In my periphery, I notice that someone is approaching on the sidewalk; it is another college student who is also trying to fend off Mother Nature’s bitter cold.  As they near, I look at them and automatically give a warm smile.  They glance up and we make eye-contact for .25 of a second.  I hope and, well, kind of expect them as fellow human beings to respect the rules of courtesy and return my smile or even possibly utter a “hello” or even a “how are you doing?”.  My expectations are suddenly smashed up into tiny little fragments as the person quickly returns to staring at the sidewalk, as if mesmerized by the yards of grey concrete, and their face remains expressionless.  I’m left feeling awkward for even smiling in the first place, and I continue my stroll to campus with a feeling of peevishness.
Perhaps, if this didn’t happen very often, I wouldn’t be as annoyed as I am about people’s lack of courtesy.  I completely understand if someone is having a bad day, or they are just completely oblivious—that is forgivable.  However, this literally happens to me on a daily basis with at least 85% (if not more) of the college students I walk past.

Of course, I walk past other, older people who are not college students; however, the majority of these people seem to always greet me with a “hello”, “good morning”, “how are you today?”, or at the very least they allow their mouth to arc upwards for a few seconds. 

So, why don’t college students have enough courtesy to greet people who they walk past on the sidewalk? 

As trivial as this might seem, this simple gesture of kindness makes a huge impact.  For me, it reassures myself that people are not all scumbags and that there is still a bright outlook for humanity. 
Moral of this story?  If you are a human being (which, I’m just going to automatically assume you are if you are reading this), then take a few seconds out of your day to smile at someone you walk past, open the door for someone, and just generally be a polite and compassionate person.  This world can suck sometimes, so the least you can do is try to make the best of it and perhaps make it suck a little less for the people you come in contact with on a daily basis. 

If being a generally good person is not reason enough to be courteous to the strangers you walk past, then perhaps you desire a scientific reason.  When you smile the neurotransmitter activity in your brain increases and dopamine is released.  Dopamine is responsible for giving us feelings of pleasure and euphoria, and is the same neurotransmitter released when one partakes in drugs (like cocaine).  This increase in dopamine in turn lowers stress levels and makes you feel really good.   Smiling also actually uses less energy and facial muscles than frowning.  So, at the very, very least, be selfish and just smile at people so you can get high off of neurotransmitters.

If you would rather have a clear conscious and not be egocentric, be nice to people, whether you are walking by them on a sidewalk or just in general, just for the sake of being nice.  In conclusion, I am going to end in a quote from H. Jackson Brown Jr.—corny, I know, but true nonetheless.

 “Today, give a stranger one of your smiles.  It might be the only sunshine he sees all day.”

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Welcome To My Blog: Top 18 Things About Me


Welcome to my new blog!  
So you get to know a little tidbit about the wonderful life of Rachel Campbell, I am listing the top 18 things (for my 18 years of existence) about me.  This is not an exhaustive list and it is not ordered in number of importance.

(1). Why am I creating a blog?  Well, mostly for my benefit (although I do hope at least one person reads this) so I can force myself to keep up with writing and express my thoughts and all that junk.  What am I blogging about?  I plan on writing about a plethora of things from philosophical stuff to book reviews and just other random material that I feel the need to write about.

(2). I’m currently an English major with a literature concentration: but I may be changing that in the near future.  I cannot make up my mind of what I want to do with my life—journalist, teacher, political science, uhg, too many options—and I sometimes wish someone would just make the decision for me.

(3). I was homeschooled until tenth grade: then I started attending high school.  Public school was probably the best decision of my life hands down.  As corny as it may sound, I love my alma mater!

(4). I love to dance!  I have taken ballet for 5 years, jazz/hip-hop for 3 years, and have unofficially experimented with lyrical and contemporary.  I also have taken pointe for ½ of a year (not the best decision of my life…my big toenails fell off from the pointe shoes (they have since then fully recovered)…and I have no plans of pursuing pointe again anytime soon).  Sadly, I had to stop dancing when I started college, but it’s a possibility I might start up again in the near future.
(5). I have a tea addiction: A really bad one.  My mom has always been an avid tea drinker (like, five-cups-of-tea-a-day-kind-of-tea-drinker), and I blame her for my herbal habit.  I love a good green tea, but chai is the absolute love of my tea life.  Vanilla chai latte, chocolate chai, double chai spice, green chai—any kind of chai is a good chai.   

(6). I have OCD tendencies:  I have never been officially diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and I’m far from Adrienne Monk, but I do have my fair share of obsessive compulsive behaviors.  I like things clean and organized, and I literally get emotionally and physically stressed out if I am surrounded in any type of clutter or mess for a long span of time. 
(7). My cat is my child:  My family rescued my cat Fritters when I was eleven years old.  Someone had hit her with a car which dislocated her hip.  We took her in, and, fortunately, her hip has since then healed and is completely back to normal.  I swear that she and I can telepathically communicate with each other.  It’s true.

(8). I consider myself spiritual, not religious: Although I proclaimed myself as a Christian for most of my life and still often refer to myself as one out of habit and to avoid awkwardness, I really am not one.  I believe in a lot of the teachings of Christians (especially the teachings of Jesus Christ), Buddhists, and of Gandhi.  However, I personally do not want to be labelled under any religious title.  Growing up in a Christian home my whole life, not officially calling myself a Christian is one of the hardest and most difficult decisions I have had to make.  With this being said, I still do “religious” activities like attending church on Sundays.

(9). I am the youngest of five siblings: I have two older sisters and two older brothers.  I am “the baby” of the family as my mother likes to affectionately and embarrassingly label me. 
(10). My birthday is on St. Patrick’s Day:  I’m also part Irish, and my middle name is of Irish origin!

(11). I love my family: Even though we fight, argue, and then fight some more, I love all of them dearly and am so blessed to have a family that cares and is always there for me.

(12). I love my friends: I am so blessed to have an amazing group of friends who I am extremely close with.  My best friend and I have been friends since I was five!
(13). I think I'm desensitized to horror/thriller films: I laugh while watching The Exorcist and Silence of the Lambs.  I promise I’m not a sadistic or psychopathic person in the least…but let's be honest, how can you not laugh when you see a possessed girl projectile vomit green pea soup everywhere?  Hilarious.

(14). I’m a vegetarian: I don’t see the difference between my black Labrador and a pig (and it has been scientifically proven that pigs have higher mental capacities than canines), except that one is socially acceptable to eat and the other is not.  I also place a high value on non-harm to all creatures (I’m still debating if this applies to insects—I may be a hypocrite for this, but if I see a spider, I kill it); however, if you are a meat-eater, I’m not going to go grab my pitchfork and torch.  I’m the only one in my family who is a herbivore, and my brothers are even hunters.  Personally, I don’t like the idea of killing animals for food when we don’t have to (it is possible to survive without meat, and there are so many delicious options!), but I’m not going to preach to someone because they like eating meat and tell them that it is wrong.  One thing that I don’t know if I ever could be is a vegan—I love cheese and dairy way too much!
(15). I have mixed political views: Kind of like my view on religion, I don’t like labels and being put into a box.  I feel like labels such as “Democrat”, “Republican”, “liberal”, and “conservative” unnecessarily divide people.  I have different beliefs for different issues.

(16). Reading & writing are my two favorite hobbies:  If I start a good book series, I’ll go into my bedroom, close my door, get all comfy on my bed, and literally read all day.  If I had the choice, I would probably become a professional reader and just hibernate in my bedroom reading for the rest of my life.  Unfortunately, since I started college, I don’t know what “reading for fun” is anymore.  It’s really depressing.

(17). I deeply appreciate clever humor, sarcasm, and being a bit of a smartass:  Life is too short not to laugh, have fun, and make a complete fool out of yourself.

(18).  I can't stick my tongue out all the way: I know that's a random factoid, but I really can't.  I also cannot, try as hard as I might, blow a bubble with a piece of bubble gum.  I end up looking really stupid in the process, and once I even projectile spat the piece of gum right out of my mouth.  I know, eww.

Well, that basically sums me up as much as 18 facts about myself can. 

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