Small Details

I often find it hard to write about the small details of my life - the things such as what I did at so and so time, where I was at this time, who I talked to then.... etc... For some reason these things seem superfluous and meaningless in the big picture of life, but then again I am reminded almost continually that happiness and understanding can indeed be found in the small details. My likes, dislikes, and most importantly my actions speak to who I am as a person; they speak to my constitution and abilities.

Today was busy with lab class at 8 in the morning, and then work at the bike shop from 10-1, and then biology lab from 1:30-4:30. I was chased by rain on all my commutes and I more or less managed to stay dry. My new Fox jersey was a blessing as it allowed my skin to breathe and does no hold sweat like cotton shirts! I fell asleep at the apartment sometime around 6 and kept sleeping till after 9.

Yesterday I was consumed by anger at my apartment manager. I don't think I have ever disliked anyone as much as that old Japanese man, and just the same I don't think anyone has ever been as much of an asshole as he is to me. For some reason, ever since I came here he has always been either cold, or down right rude. Just the other day he scolded me for not turning a light off. A week before that I received a note on my door telling me to turn off my room fan when I leave.

I believe that when you are greeted by someone, you have a social obligation to return that greeting. When I tell someone "hi", they have a duty to respond. It is quite simple, this is a language game we English speakers play, it is simply unquestioned. What I dislike about the manager here is that he has never, ever responded to me even though I warmly greet him every time we cross paths. To me this is inexcusable. I hold a persons actions much higher than their intent. Intentionality is nothing to me, I judge actions and results. This old man is a failure in my view.

Feels good to get that out of my system.