how much numbers dictate our lives.
This morning when I woke up, I weighed myself: 145lbs. I was so happy I danced to Miley Cirus (DON'T JUDGE ME!). 20 minutes later, after I drank my morning bottle of water (I reuse my water bottles so I don't waste), when I was about to head out the door, I weighed myself again just to feel the pure joy: 148lbs!!
I felt like crying and the whole day went on poopy.
I know it was just water weight, and that I'm being ridiculous, but I can't help to wonder how much simple numbers affect people.
People (generally) want to be under size 6, under 120 lbs, and they want to make more than $500,000 a year. However, are they really that happy when they get all those? If you ask them, will the people who are size 2, 110 lbs, and make a shit load of money really be happier than you? Why is it that the dial of my scale affect my (and a lot of other people's) mood so much?
Why do the size tags at the back of clothes make us so miserable (most of times, unless they get smaller)? Why is it that the numbers matter so much? Why is it that an A is more important than the knowledge we retain? Why is it that Harvard means you will be better than the rest of people? Why aren't us happy with just being healthy? Why is it that we have to get to that certain numbers in order to feel the satisfaction? Most importantly, why are our lives being judged based on these numbers?
You could be the nicest person ever, but if you've got less than perfect grades/income/friends and higher than average weight/sizes/debt, the society still sees you as a failure... Why?
Human beings are complicated....and I'm confused.