Is humanity defective?

This piece is along the same lines as my previous post, so if you like this one, then check out ‘what should we be afraid of ?’ as well.

I’ve always found it difficult to trust people, suspicious of every motive a person has, suspicious of why they might want to know things about me.  I think that we must all find it difficult to trust to some extent because there are things we all keep secret, things that we will never utter to any other living soul.  Why though? What makes humanity so untrustworthy that we wouldn’t even trust those closest to us with those things. 

I happen to believe that humanity is defective.  Perhaps that is merely my excuse for everything that we have done, because if we are truly made as we were meant to be, then what cruel design it was.  We have what seems to be an uncontrollable tendency towards greed above sustainability, self-preservation above others, self-obsession over empathy.  Why must we fight so hard to control those things, to make people care about the world in which we live? If we were not defective as a species then why is destruction the first path we take, why not preservation?

We claim to be the most intelligent species to have ever existed, and yet we may become the only species to have sown the seeds of their own extinction.  Too wrapped up in proof and evidence and science, all man-made things, when what really matters is that we are harming nature, and we can do something about it.  Arguing the technicalities of who caused climate change, global warming and what proof is there, is simply avoidance, because admitting it means having to allow someone to take an element of control, to impose a regulation on your movements.  People don’t like to be controlled.

No other animal is like us, in fact we see ourselves as so superior that we don’t regard ourselves an animal at all; but we are.  Perhaps we should act more like animals, follow a few more rules of nature regarding our surroundings.  We call someone an animal as an insult, to insinuate that they are some kind of monster, but animals kill because they must, they kill to eat.  Tell me, why do humans of history kill or start wars? I’d argue it’s mostly driven by greed, all war has had some kind of personal gain for someone.  It’s far worse to be called a human than an animal.

I hope that there’s enough people out there that we can change that.

First Year of University

Everyone tells you that the first year of university will be the best year of your life, and in many ways it is.  However, in some ways it is also the most difficult. 

What is so often neglected to talk about is also the sheer amount of change that happens all around you, and how sometimes it becomes overwhelming.  There are a lot of things to juggle, making friends, going out, trying to organise your timetable and find classes whilst exhausted (and most probably hungover and coming down with freshers’ flu), all while trying to make a good impression on the people you’ve been told are going to be your life-long friends. 

I don’t mean that to sound scary, because freshers is so much fun, but it’s okay to also feel overwhelmed, unsure and a little scared about it all too.  I think the expectation that first year will be the best year of your life sometimes makes it all a little harder to deal with, because you might feel like you’re doing it wrong if it’s not as perfect as you thought.  I guarantee you you’re not. 

Change isn’t supposed to be easy, it’s supposed to be unexpected and unpredictable.  There will be amazing high points, but you have to expect that there will be low points too, just like with everything, and then you can make sure you look after yourself until things inevitably get good again. 

Another thing to bear in mind is that, whilst it is true that you make some of your best friends at university, this does not necessarily mean it’s immediate.  So, don’t worry if you struggle to find your perfect friendship group in the first few weeks, or whole first semester even.  For me, my friendships changed so much and so rapidly all throughout first year, and it was only by the end of second semester that I felt I really knew who my close friends were.  Although struggling to find where you stand with friendship groups isn’t something people generally openly talk about, I think you’ll find it’s something a lot of people feel in that first year. 

That’s not to say I didn’t have such a good time, because I really truly did, there is such a wide range of diverse people to get to know, and I’ve definitely cried more tears of laughter just this year than the rest of my entire almost 20-year-old life combined.  It’s just I think too often people say their first year at uni was the best year of their life, just because that is what is expected.  Personally, I have a feeling year 2 is going to be just as epic, if not more so. 

So, if you’re off to university this autumn have an amazing time, good luck, and don’t worry if it’s harder than you thought.  That’s normal!

Just remember sometimes the expectation that something is going to be the best thing ever, makes it a little harder.