Sunday 1 June 2014

Standards

There have always been standards in life. From hundreds of years ago, people must have made up some rules of what is acceptable in society and what is not. For example, shaking someone's hand to say hello is acceptable, but licking their face and asking them their favourite colour is (usually) not!

I don't just mean, however, standards in what is right and what is wrong. Now-a-days, standards are set by what family you come from, what college/university you went to, the clothes you wear and so much more. People seem to think that if you have tattoos or wear non-designer labels you are beneath them. This attitude is wrong, but not surprising. From a young age, it seems to be drilled into us to have the best of everything. This is either from adverts on TV or from your friends. If you did not have that toy or gadget, your friends would usually point it out or flaunt their item in front of you at any given moment. 

Moving on to secondary school. Everybody seems to have the newest phone, the newest style of bag or the best kind of music taste. If you didn't listen to the latest 'heart throb' you were deemed as uncool. If you were a little bit quirky (exhibit 'a' writing the blog!), hyper, creative, and all round different, you were a target. People would do their utmost best to make you uncomfortable and determine the fact that you would never fit in. The persistent craving for the newest thing and to be better than everyone else is a way of life. The idea becomes more unbearable when you realise that it's companies or families enforcing the ideas of their children and making them into unpleasant adults! 

I'm not saying it's wrong to want to be the top. The way in which it is achieved is what I have a problem with. The fact that it's drilled into us at a young age makes it. You can't teach an old dog new tricks!
Fortunately, I would like to think that I have been raised to not act like that. I will not diminish other's progress to make be 'better' than them. I will just work harder in the fair way so that I will get a continuous, solid success. Maybe it was because I was constantly squashed in my first secondary school... Or maybe it's just good ol' coincidence!

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