Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tired
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Loves
Mission Possible
My mission was to overhear a conversation. My target…anyone really. Why do it? An assignment handed down to me by the highest authority. I would tell you who I ultimately worked for, if I honestly knew myself. Either way, I’ve been told to conduct my espionage concerning the conversation of individuals I encounter during my daily routine.
For my part, I will honestly say it’s not that big of a deal for me to listen to what’s going on around me. Now, to remember what I heard is a completely different experience but to be honest you can overhear conversations and grasp what’s being heard fairly easily. Of course it’s always tough to not be too big of a creep and listen to intently to the point of wanting to interject your own opinion, but honestly, in our interconnected world, is it too far of a stretch to be aware of someone’s conversation with websites like Facebook or MySpace advocating nearly the same concept? With all of this in mind, I set out on my quest, for a quest is what it truly was.
The idea actually fell to me in more of an accident than anything else. Tuesday of this week was spent almost exclusively on my work towards my various papers and other assignments leading up to finals week. Finding myself in a study room connected to my floor’s lounge, I had been working since nearly three that afternoon. Finding myself in a lull in my work, a conversation of moderate interest caught my ears as I sat at my computer.
Most of the conversation centered on the way two of my friends felt towards each other, a subject I’ve been sure to elucidate with both of them. Social comments aside, if two people don’t mesh that well, I usually chalk it up to mutual disagreement and thus ending the conversation. However, for some reason, the issue must feel like it’s escalated because where I would let something go became more of an insult argument. Obviously for me, this just meant neither felt that much animosity towards each other, both just wanted an object to take their frustrations out on.
In short, the conversation wasn’t that interesting, but I guess I fulfilled my goal of covertly observing the speech patterns of my fellow students. While I never question an order, I must say I wondered as to the application of this mission. However, I must say that though the objective may seem tertiary to the greater good, the skills that I have acquired through the completion of my goal will surely pay off in the long run.
