Power of Perception.

The way the human mind perceives things is very influential, not only to that person, but also to what they're observing. A quote from one of my good friends, though I'm not sure if he said it, was, "When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change." Not only can you improve your feelings and outlook on life, but you can also build others up, just by trying to pick out the positive things about them.
This partially goes with my last blog on courtesy. When people are polite and kind to others, concentrating on the many good traits everyone has, then those people tend to accentuate those admirable characteristics. Unfortunately, the opposite is true also and even more common now adays. Too many people judge and perceive to others to be different, having issues, strange, etc. and as a result those people act differently, and the way they act often is close to the way they are treated like they are: different, having issues, strange, nerdy, clumsy, geeky, fat, dull, etc. etc. etc... This blog is also paralleled with my last one in the respect that if people look at the great things that people are doing and their positive characteristics, then this perceiver will ultimately be happier as well.
There's no good reason to avoid thinking about what can make one's self happy. Many, if not all, people do this automatically, however in the wrong way. One way to immediately improve someone's position/situation is to change their perspective on things. Changing it from one big screen of themselves, to a panorama others. From a negative, depressed point of view of the past to an agreeable, constructive thought.

Sincerity and courtesy as it ages. Are you serious?

Sincerity, among mankind has been dealt a long slow, but sure blow as people become less considerate and uncivilized. It's funny how that works: technological advances do not equal individual upgrades in the way the average person treats others and is treated. What's wrong with people in general? Is it just me or are people becoming mindless retorting beasts who let their emotions rule them? I've always thought there was a level of respect, that's not difficult to maintain, for everyone, just if people thought about the things they're going to say and how they should deal with their feelings effectively.
Movies like Pride and Prejudice, Emma, The Scarlet Pimpernell, etc., all filmed like they were back in the day, are all good examples of courtesy and respect. Whether they way they acted towards one another was accurate or not, I don't know, but I don't think it could be far from the truth. The Chivalry age seemed to fade with these decayed courtesy ethics. Now it's hard for me to go throughout a day without hearing an enraged someone bite another's head off, with the receiver verbally retorting with a slur of insults or justifications. It's as though people back then knew that everyone was different, and could see past their noses, the possible motives for one's actions instead of concentrating on their own feelings 24-7. So what's the cause for all of this accumulated harshness within mankind?
Differences and possibilities for this resulted apathy could be technology. Times back then did not have cars, individualistic activities like video games, and the overall comforts we can enjoy just about anywhere in the world. They would either have to walk everywhere, or take the carriage to only decrease the time of arrival slightly. Spending time by yourself in front of a screen, whether it's for your work or play, was unheard of. Whatever one did or wherever one went, it would just be plain boring if they were alone, therefore with so much time one would spend in other's company one could probably not help but be social. This leads me to believe that people back then were much more sociable and polite because of the lack of individualistic agendas common throughout society today.
A little bit of courtesy can go a long way. Just think about all the psychological problems people have now today, not to mention suicides, that could have been averted had some people decided not to do the first thing that popped into their minds. It's so natural for humans to take the offensive, regardless of how it effects others. If individuals decided to think about what they're saying, and whether it really ought to be said or not, then there wouldn't be so many depressed and people who are driven even further away from being friendly to the next person. Selfishness would decrease everywhere. One would probably meet a truly happy person every once in a while.

Waking up, getting up, actually waking up... Difficulties and Injustices

I swear it hasn't been that hard to get up out of bed for every human being since the dawn of time. Why is there that unfailing feeling of tiredness when I wake up? It's totally not fair to give my body a good sleep and feel like a dead rock the next morning in return. I'll bet it happens to other people more often than I might think, but with all of its tenacity, does it serve a purpose or is it some simple fact of life? There have been a few mornings born in vigor and well-restedness, but it is so uncommon with me. Maybe I'm just odd, or have some sleeping disorder, but I'm sure I'm not the only one in this club.
The quality of sleep, along with the amount, seem to provide my own equation for a good nights rest. If either is lacking then the feeling of laborious sensitivity in the nerves is ever present. However, my ability to proceed with awareness is unpredictably tied to this equation in ways even my mother does not suspect. Every morning I switch on the autopilot to be able to cope with that dreadful sensation of getting out of bed and the autopilot doesn't resign till I'm either a few minutes into my morning routine or my second period class, and is hired all over again the next morning. Despite my mothers unfailing, intuitive comments on how I can function and learn with a good nights sleep, my wired nerves heighten my senses to the point of irritability and I stay pleasantly awake through the morning church services or classes. Maybe my subconscious reasons that I must have disturbed my own precious sleep for a very good purpose and should devote whatever energy I retained into what I'm doing that morning. The problem with this is that there is an inevitable wasted feeling consequentially that afternoon and evening. Whether this is true or not, all I know is that the intuition of my mother has been unprecedently mistaken this time and that I'm wide awake during that morning's talk and everyone else is struggling with 2 ton eyelids.
Why such unpredictability? Some nights I'll obtain a consistent amounts and feel completely opposite each morning. When I get more sleep than I aspire for, I feel like a sloth, and when I get less, an awake sloth. There doesn't seem to the right amount no matter what federally employed statiticians say. In spending 1/3 of mankinds existence asleep, one would think that we'd have it figured by now or have gone insane. Whatever is the case, I'm tired of trying to write this blog and contemplating purposes for this unwelcome guest every morning, but it's more complicated than just giving him the boot.