LOG#7

Recently, the election of the new leader of the student association of the AFL.

One day, when I was going back to the classroom, I encountered the new leader. He asked me if I am interested in joining the student association. I hesitated for a moment. Then we added each other on Facebook. This can be considered as the biggest change I have ever made in my life. As a lazy person, I always keep myself out of public affairs. Because the first time trying it sucked. It was the graduation song back in my high school. I composed the lyrics. And the result was not what I excepted. And I even been complained for about 2 weeks. It was such an awful experience and it got me frustrated.

For now, I am already busy enough. And I don’t want any trouble. But there’s somewhere deep inside my heart always goes: “I cannot avoid this forever.” We all have to take part in some of the public affairs after we grow up. Whether it’s voting or even join the election. Later, we contacted each other. He said that there was still a vacancy of Activities Director. And he said that I looked a lot like a person who loves participating activities. It’s pretty interesting. Basically, except the classes, I have no contact at all. I asked some of my friends about this. They all said that when they first met me, they also thought that I am a party guy. Especially the ones I knew after entering college.

It’s cool, I think. Many of the teachers taught me when I was in junior high said that my vulnerability was caring too much about my reputation. I focus too much on how people’s opinion about me. If their opinions were not what I expected, I would be affected severely. Not only my mood but also what I would think. I would start to think about “why would they have such opinion about me? Have I done something wrong?”  Hence, my productivity declines.

I always want others to consider me as a good person. By good person I mean a person who is almost good at everything. Like personality, knowledge, attitude …etc. and I know that caring too much affects me a lot. So, I’m still figuring out how to stop caring. Maybe life would be better when I stop caring that much. But, who knows? Just gotta try.