I have become a firm believer in the policy that you don't know how good you've got it until you've lost it. Somehow when I forget it, something will happen that drives that point home like a thumbtack in your backside.
Like how I used to say 203 was boring. I had totally no idea what boring was. The new 203 lecturer is really freaking darn boring. It doesn't help that he likes talking about himself. "You shouldn't be looking to only do one major when you're in university. You should be looking at 2, or if you're willing to kill yourself studying, even 3 majors." Or something to that effect.
Yeah fine. You might as well say "and I have this weird habit of picking my butt crack while I'm studying for my 3rd major cos when I study too much my whole body starts to itch." At least that is more interesting.
The only saving grace is the fact that he also starts later and ends earlier. Seriously I'm so thankful for that because the only thing worse than a boring lecturer is a long-winded boring lecturer.
But going on to my topic about how whiny pple make my day. They totally do. Nowadays when I have MSN conversations with my friends about university life, some will launch into a tirade of how the world is against them, like literally since their class is full of foreigners.
Some others will talk about how no girls want them, and so on. And after hearing them out, I'd think to myself "I sure wonder why no one wants them." I know its darn bad but sometimes you really can't help yourself. Sometimes I even tell myself "Clever girl. I'd do the same if I were you."
And other times I will sit there and soak up their whining like a huge sponge like the caring friend I am. Actually what I really do is surf Youtube, wait for them to finish, then I type some random comment like "ya that's like totally so sad".
Then they will carry on with their me-against-the-world angsty rants until even they get sick of themselves, then they stop. And peace reigns on the world once again. And thus, I do my part for world peace.
If I do this enough, I might win the Nobel prize for peace someday. Or alternatively they could decide that I'm an expert on world peace and invite me to judge for a Miss Universe pageant. Or they could just knock me on the head and tell me to stop dreaming. Which do you think is most likely?