Facebook

Facebook, the almighty website that everyone who is someone uses.  What makes it so addicting? 

To know the answer to that question, we have to back up a little.  Mark Zuckerburg created Facebook as a social networking website to basically follow your friends around.  Facebook's users use it to update their every action, from baking a cake, to getting a girlfriend.  

My theory of why Facebook is addicting is that everyone wants to know what their friends are doing, follow around the person they like.  No one wants to be left behind on this informations and be clueless about present events.  Another possible reason Facebook is addicting is that people always want to respond to their messages, or a notifications on time so that people don't see them as a slow person.

The reason I check Facebook every 10 minutes is to see what people are doing, and respond to messages and/or notifications.  I also comment on a few statuses.

Facebook is such a simple site that would seem very boring, but is actually extremely addicting.

Rain

Today was one of the few rainy days in Southern California, and it sure was strange.  The day started with a constant drizzle, not enough to soak your clothes, but quite enough to make shoes squeak on the tiled floor of the classrooms.  The downfall of water was refreshing on my skin as I looked up and pondered the possibilities of a strong downpour.

The rain continued like this until about 12:00.  At this time, I was in science listening to the teacher talk about suspensions and colloids.  There was a boom and everyone shook with a start.  It felt like the sky ripped in half with earthquakes shaking the floor.  The teacher stood in awe of the power in that boom of thunder.  The classroom burst into chatter about the thunder.  After the class calmed down, the teacher stared teaching.  After a minute, the sky cried from the shock of the lightning, and let loose millions of its hard earned tears.  They hit the ground, splashing everywhere without a care for anything but reaching the ground.  The sound was like what would happen if the whole class started clicking their pens, only more thunderous.  The people of my class watched in awe, then realized that they needed to bring their backpacks in.  With permission from the teacher, waves of people from my class swarmed to save their backpacks from the wetting assault of rain.  Another few minutes after we brought our backpacks in, the rain stopped.  The clouds have recovered from the shock of lightning, all was well in the sky again.

The day went on, with intervals of sudden, violent downpours and sunny skies.  When the day ended and i finally reached home, the sky was sunny.  I finished my homework, and went downstairs to eat.  It was still sunny.  A few minutes after we started eating, a flash from outside lit up our dinner table, and then came the thunderous boom.  The cloud's life was yet again disturbed.  I thought the downpour was going to last thirty minutes at the most, but it lasted through dinner, and even more.  Our meal was disrupted by flashes and booms.  I finished my dinner, and went upstairs to carefully study the rain.  I looked outside, and saw our drainpipes over flooding, pouring excess water onto our roof and down into the sewers.  The droplets moved at an angle, because of the minor wind outside.  When a droplet hit the roof, it created a miniature splash, a dot to the human eye.  Together, it seemed as though our roof was decorated by a constantly changing polka dot pattern.

The sound of the rain is a natural phenomenon.  Each impact to the ground creates a tapping sound, muffled by the walls of my house.  Each drop that hits the roof sends out a louder sound, with the occasional big droplet of water that creates a click.  As a harmony, it creates music without tone, like the biggest orchestra in the world consisted only of percussion.

Listening, watching the rain is true bliss.  There is so much to see, so much to hear.  It is an induplicable experience.

Food

Food is a very basic necessity in peoples life, and not only to keep them alive.  


One way that food really benefits people of all shapes and sizes is that it it a classic part of quotidian culture.  Many people can identify where someone lives just by the types of foods he or she eats.  For example, if you eat dumplings daily, you are most likely chinese.  A person's personality can also be determined by his cooking, to some extent.  If someone cooks macaroni and cheese for important guests, you can infer that that person is lazy and disrespectful.  But if someone cooks some roast turkey for a neighbor, it is easy to tell that this person is hardworking and kind.  


Another BIG reason that food is extremely important to an average person's life is that food provides a lot of variety, and puts some new purpose into life.  It's really interesting to try all different kinds of foods, and see how they taste.  I can say that I like Japanese food, and then I can try all the different kinds, and I would find enjoyment in eating and trying all those different foods.  Imagine life with no food, a life that you never could eat. How boring would that be? There would be no excitement in choosing what to eat, less variety in life, less excuses to go to the mall with you friends.  Life without food would be like hot chocolate without sugar.

My fellow Asians love food.  It's almost customary for us to walk around, asking for extra food.  Some of my friends even say they can't live without rice.  Even today, on a weekend at home, one of my friends almost dedicated the entire day to watching the food channel.  At a world-wide scale, Chinese people made a whole new way of eating, using chopsticks, when they could have simply used a spoon and moved on with life.  What makes Asians love food so much? The world may never know.

Food is an amazing part of everyday life. No one could live without it. (literally and figuratively)

Happy Box?

One major hole of the happy box's legitimacy is how it makes you happy.

The way to make me happy is to fill my life with friends, family, love, reached goals, unanswered questions, and money.  Apparently, the happy box provides none of those, but it still makes me happy, somehow.  How does happiness get artificially produced?  I know that it is just a unreal thing that I should imagine, but I can not fathom how this provides quotidian happiness.  I can not imagine being happy any other way besides the way I become happy right now.  Just imagine sitting on a chair in a box grinning like a madman and feeling like you just won twenty gold medals in the Olympics.  Strange much?  I really can't understand how it works, so I can't begin to answer the question of whether or not I should go into a happy box.

Happy Box, with an even better understanding of what it is

So apparently the happy box actually gives you a lot more happiness than I thought it would.  That made me reconsider my thoughts.

So if I were asked to go into a happy box, I would definitely ponder it for a while.  At the moment, I really can't decide whether or not to go into the happy box.

It really wouldn't matter.  If you stayed out of the box and just lived your life, it would be fun, with downtimes and really fun times too.  There would be a lot of variety too, which makes life more interesting.  It would be your daily life.  Getting into the happy box would just be a monotone happiness, not much variety, but still really fun.

I didn't have much to write about this, so I'm going to write another post questioning the happy box.