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In Penrod’s essay he states that intellectuals don’t get enough respect. I don’t necessarily agree with this because intellectuals do get respect. Usually when people make fun of someone else it’s because they themselves are intimidated, confused, and frustrated. So if anything, they intellectuals should take the insults at face value and roll with the punches.
You coworkers talk about you and your friends talk about you. There’s nothing you or I or anyone can do about it, People are going to say what they want to say. The intellectuals should be way above petty insults and the like because they are on a higher plane. The people who don’t fall into this resent the fact the can’t get to that level unless they devote a lot of time and energy.
Some people are geniuses. Some have all the common sense in the world. Some are talented artists. Others are great socialites. That doesn’t make anyone less important. It also doesnt mean that we are all going to get along either. That’s the beauty of the world. There are so many differences.
As for all the blog sites that were mentioned in this essay, they are just blog sites. Why would anyone let petty little internet post affect them so so much!? Especially if you’re a genius, you could be spending that time working on finding the flux capacitor to travel back in time!
“Beef” with Pittsburgh
My “beef” with Pittsburgh isn’t really something anyone can control…Well mother nature could help a city out. Where is the sunshine? “Mr. Blue Sky please tell us why you had to hide away for so long…”
With more sunshine the city would be way more vibriant. Because of everyone’s winter time blues, the city just seems grey and blah. There’s no where to go unless you adore long walks in the frozen concrete jungle that is pittsburgh.
Which reminds me, sidebar, why does everything downtown close at baby o’clock? I understand that most of the business world leaves the urban city to return to their surburban country living, but everyone also knows that Pittsburgh is a college town, and Point Park and AIP are both located downtown, so what gives? Little shops and fast food restaurants would get so much business if they took advantage of the twenty-four usable hours in a day.
But getting back to my point, this town could really do with more “sunny days chasing the clouds away.” But how could that be modified? Maybe a chant to the sun God will bring a little light…but probably not really. So I guess we just need to come to terms with the English weather. Anyway, there’s always the night life…
P.O.V. of opposite me about me
Well first things first, what is the opposite of me? It’s a touchy questioning since I can be many things, but I suppose an opposite me would be pretty lame, not spontaneous, nor very creative and extremely straight-laced. So how would this person view me as a person…?
Would they consider me out of control? A creative imbecile lost in a disillusioned fantasy world with no where to escape to. Bending rules and always pushing the big red buttons. Ridiculously fickle and indecisive, how could anyone possibly befriend a person like that? And can she ever be serious, not everything is a huge joke. The bittersweet sarcasm is more sour than sweet. And what’s with the constant mean mugging?
Or would my opposite totally love me? A creative genius running through a dreamworld of open opportunities. Rules are meant to be broken and the big red buttons are too enticing not to push. How could anyone not befriend a person like that? Just because someone is indecisive and fickle doesn’t mean they aren’t smart, quite the opposite; they just very aware of their choices. And what is life but an ironic joke, the sarcasm just adds a little zest to the puns! And mean mugging…well maybe sometimes. But make her crack a smile and it’s over.
Smithfield News
White out. Nothing but blinding white. That was the scene outside my window after the weekend blizzard from about two weeks ago. The city was desolate except for a few Pittsburghers and some wild college students frolicking in the marshmellow puffs of snow.
The city was actually way more enjoyable what with barely any cars and fancy coated pedestrians. We were like children, having snowball, fights, sliding on the ice coated streets and sidewalk, my roommates and I even indulged in some cotton candy snow with jello packets we bought. (Cotton candy snow is snow mixed with jello packets.)
Since there were no stores open, there was only one place we could go…Smithfield News. This little enchanting corner store is so much more than a corner store to most of the people in this area. It’s like the messiah of all corner stores! It’s open twenty-four/seven. Rain, wind, and even blizzards!
Yeah it is just a silly little corner store to anyone looking from the outside. But inside there is so much more happening. Most of the employees are awesome, save for a few disgruntled nine to fivers. Everything is priced pretty fair, and there’s even a dolar aisle, where everything is priced at a dollar! So basically Smithfield News is the greatest corner store ever!
I love living in the city!!
Living in the city of Pittsburgh, I honestly feel like I’m in my backyard. The town I’m from, Greensburg, is only 25 miles east from here, so I’m not that far from home sweet home. Although I am far enough away to start anew!
I love living in the city! There’s so much life all around town and it makes me feel so unconstrained and alive! At home there’s not much to do; sit around and chill with friends, go to the local Walmart in Greensburg, or go to the local Walmart in Latrobe, assemble at the mall like mallrats, drive around aimlessly blasting tunes, and so on and on. It’s tough being a kid in a little big town when the man just wants to push you around and keep you down! Here in the city, it seems that the cops and the like seem to keep more to themselves. Obviously there are more prominent and intense problems to take care of besides mischievous teenagers just looking for misadventure. At home, on the other hand, cops will look for any excuse to give a kid a bad rap. Which just says more about the cops than it does the kid.
The Greensburg area is much more wide open and rural than here in the “big” city, which I do hanker for immensely. Something about being in the middle of a forrest surrounded by nothing but trees, shrubbery, and the occasional crackling of twigs from a woodland creature off in the distance makes me feel so at one. Here in the city I am brought to one in a whole different way. I feel my kindred spirit coloring far outside the lines and laughing manically in the brisk winds of the city. Being here in Pittsburgh makes me feel like a little girl all over again. I discover something new everyday, I become more up on my surroundings, and occasionally I go on a venture and make a new friend or two.
There’s always adventure around the corner in the city! Sometimes when you’re not even looking for or expecting an adventure, adventure just finds you and adventure expects you to go along! At home there is adventure to be had as well, but nothing compared to breathing in the city living. I will admit to missing the glamorous joy rides with the best of friends on dark and obscure back roads of my hometown. The city can’t always satisfy a country girls’ appetite. You can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl.
My Redemption Song
I realize that this will never end,
Forever you’ll stay in the back of my heart ,
Deep and dark, where you’ll never be considered a friend,
Because you just had to game and break me apart.
I wanna go back to that autumn day,
When you pulled over, it was raining disaster,
Looking your way and all that I wanted to say,
“You’re the only one that makes my heart beat faster.”
Time to let go of the “what ifs” and finally start moving on.
With new friends and conquests in store,
I can’t stop and wait for you anymore.
You’re loss since I can do bad all by myself and this is my redemption song!
I’m aware that you never heard a word I spoke,
Wrapped up in your warped world of desperation,
Words fallen, hollow and torn, like my heart broke,
By a childhood dream met with expiration.
Guess I wouldn’t go back to that autumn day,
Since weather foreshadows the theme,
And we were headed a bad way, I did say,
“You’re the only one that makes my heart wanna scream.”
With every season bringing about a new flavor,
Something sweet and sultry good memories to savor.
Now when you’re out of my life I’ll have a chance,
To learn what I’m looking for, a Mr. Fancy Pants.
I want what I want when I want it, what’s so immature about that?
It’s not my fault you can’t decide bipolar bear.
I was all about hopping on the good foot, doing a bad thing, and poof disappear.
But you couldn’t handle all of this, go on get your cry on, I know you had yourself a scare.
Don’t know how you expect to make it, a success,
When you can’t take care of it, you’re a mess.
Once considered you a hit, but clearly more of a miss,
You’ve become, so unbecoming, 180 degree bliss.
