Respect

Today, like every other week day, I was stuck with taking the school bus, which I hate.  I hate it so much, I hate the seats material, and the fact that you don’t have any place for your legs.  I hate the smell, I hate the cold metal that the bus is made off.  I also hate the screaming of the little kids (my bus has people from kindergarten to 12 grade in it), the stupid teenagers surrounding me and the bus driver that doesn’t do anything and drives very slow.  I don’t talk to no one…   I listen to my Ipod and read a book.  The bus drives me crazy.  Call me a snob for looking down on my fellow schoolmates and not trying to talk to them, I don’t even care.

So today, the boys from 9 grade were trowing things to each other!  They always act like 8 years olds.  They obviously cannot shoot properly, so they ended up throwing a dozen pieces of paper to me.  I was so angry, but I didn’t want to say nothing.  They would probably have laughed at my face and just gotten me madder.  I was trying to read my book, but I was so angry I couldn’t.  My breathing was getting shorter and I could hear my heartbeat in my head.  Once we were at my stop, I stormed out of the bus and ran to my house.  I got there so mad!  I couldn’t calm down.

I decided to go to the mailbox even thought it’s pouring cold rain outside.  Once I returned home, my hair were all wet and my hands and face was freezing and red.  I then took a bit of sugar to eat and all of that calmed me down.  Now, I’m here writing about it.

I never understood what was so difficult with respect.  It seems like no one can do it.  Yes, we all can say sorry and thank you.  But those are usually just empty words that we say out off habit.  Respect is more then that, it’s respecting others rights, feelings, body, thoughts, minds, etc.  It’s hard to respect someone if they trow things at you and act stupid.  But at least I keep my thoughts about them for myself.  And if someone doesn’t respect me, I will not respect them back.

Do to others what you want them to do to you.  I’ve heard that a lot when I was young, I always felt like this, this was the key to peace.  But, no one can do it.

I looked at them in the bus, throwing things.  And I think: Those are the ones that will have jobs in the future, who will take care of our society.  But they never seem to grow up, never seem to care.

I’ve been called mature a lot.  And of course a kid should be a kid and have fun.  And I do.  I like to spend time with my friends and talk about normal things.  It’s okay to have fun, but have respect for others.  If there was more respect, everything would be easier.  If you don’t respect people while you’re young, you never will.  And they’ll grow up and raise kids to be like them and have jobs and threat their coworkers like they don’t matter…

If there’s something I hate more then anything, it is being disrespectful.