130. Dog and Cat. Coffee and Tea. Great Gatsby and Catcher in the Rye Chicago
Everyone is unique. There is always something different about everyone, even though that difference may not be big. However, you can always somehow classify them into two groups, tall and short. By tall I am not referring to the literal meaning. Tall people are the ones that don’t want to make a difference. Even though they witness bad things around them they chose to keep quiet and do nothing about it. The Short people, on the other hand, stand up for what they think is right. They try to make the change.
Neither group is bad though. Both have flaws. Sometimes tall people are a little scared and intimidated to speak up, and sometimes the short people, misunderstand things and overreact. I don’t exactly know which group I belong to. I always thought I belonged to the tall group, but my family and friends described me like the short group people. So I stopped thinking about it, because it doesn’t matter. Labeling everything is tempting, but believe it or not, at the end of the day we are all humans with one heart, one brain and body fat. We are all greedy and selfish, because those are the characteristics of human nature.
I think that sometimes not taking any action is better than taking any action at all. For example a kid gets bullied at school. Standing up for him is the right thing to do, but if you keep doing it the kid will be dependant on you. One day that kid will have no one fighting his battle for him. We should let the victims stand up for themselves, so that they get prepared for the biggest bully: reality. I never got bullied till date. Every time someone tried to bully me, they failed, because they ended up being the bullied. My mom once told me a story about my twin sister and I, when we were in 1st or 2nd grade. I beat up a boy who made my sister cry. I beat him up so bad, that my school called for a meeting with our parents. During the entire meeting I was yelling at the boy and my mom was laughing instead of stopping me! I had some minor punishment but I never regretted it. My parents never fought my battles, and I am very thankful for that.
