It makes me sad to see people make poor decisions. It makes me even more sad to see my own friends make poor decisions.
I’ve never really had to deal with this before even though I knew it was inevitable. The question now is what do I do? Do I have to do anything at all?
What’s even more sad is that I have to deal with friends making poor decisions (and I’m not talking about alcohol or drugs) in college. It’s college, people. You’re an adult now, can’t say you’re a mature adult but an adult nonetheless.
Being the person I am, I worry a lot about my friends when they make poor decisions. That’s just who I am. I know you might want to say that I should let people make their own choices because they’re smart people and they know what they’re doing. So when a friend decides to hang out with his friends all night rather than do his insane amount of make up homework after he spent a weekend in the hospital, do you call that being smart? Of course they know what they’re doing but it’s not a very practical thing to do.
If I were in his position, I would definitely not be going out. As much as I love those friends, they would understand my decision because that’s what good friends do.
I feel bad for him. I feel bad for him in that he had to spend a very painful weekend in the hospital. I feel bad for him in that he has so much makeup work to finish by tomorrow. I feel bad for him in that he decided to go out with his friends knowing that he had work to do and will probably be up pretty late tonight. I feel bad for him because he wasn’t mature enough to say no to his friends’ offer to hang out tonight. I feel bad for him in that he just simply isn’t mature enough.
But what can I do? All I can do is rant on my blog. Because I don’t want to be his mother, telling him that he shouldn’t do something because it’s not the best thing to do.
Just want to clarify that I’m not ranting because of his decision tonight. He has made poor decisions in the past and I just didn’t say anything before.
He’s just making poor decisions and it makes me sad knowing that he is.
I know this sounds harsh, but I wish he would grow up.