Reporting in the Trenches

Reporting in the trenches of a war would be a truly incredible experience.  All the rush and excitement with the adrenaline flowing through your system--it's invigorating!  Until, you know, you possibly die; that's the downside.  There is, however, the point that the reactions of the soldiers in the battle would be incredibly realistic and down-to-earth.  There would be no errors, only human emotion, fear, and anger would flow in their words.  I wouldn't have to reword what happened, I wouldn't have to rely on the experiences of the war-torn individuals that are already as damaged as they could be in their minds.  The entire experience whets my own mind.  I have the first-hand experience that shapes the entirety of my coverage, and it's something that is to strive for.

Now, once you get past those few positives, you realize the negatives.  Oh, yeah, I'll be writing and recording and trying to talk to people who are in the middle of a frenzy.  Their reactions can be ugly and terrifying, and not to mention the fact that there's no protection for me, either.  What do I have?  A helmet and a tape recorder.  The last thing these men need is a man asking them questions while they're fighting for their life.  The ring of a bullet as it ricochets off any spare metal lying around could distract them in the middle of an interview.  While the room for error is small when it comes to recollection, the room for error is great when it comes to the fact that I would have so many distractions in the middle of the interviews.

Though the concept of reporting in the trenches is a good one, and one that makes sense for journalistic ideas, the fact is that there is no way of reporting without any fear; without any emotional consequences.  Now, whether these are great or tiny depends entirely on the individual.

Logic / Reasoning vs. Emotion for Support

Okay, so it's been about, what, three weeks since I've written a blog?  I'm not sure.  I doubt I'm in the mood to write, and the mediocre-ness of Employee of the Month is distracting me from writing.  However! I will commit, and I will indeed write.  The TV is muted, I'm talking to no one, and my brain is in writing mode, so let's get this show on the rode.  I have eight blogs to write...  Well, nine.  I think.

When it comes to support, many things depend on the certain thing that needs support.  If I am having trouble deciding between which color I like more, logic and reasoning have no say in this matter.  Of course, they could, but it seems pointless and foolish to include them in such a minuscule decision.  Now, this idea doesn't really bleed over into other arguments, though.  As much as I hate the absent-minded, logical robots that some people can be, I'm not going to shoot them down.  Logic and reasoning is indeed a key factor in winning any kind of debate or argument.

Think of this: Who would you trust more in a state of emergency?  The crying, whining man who preaches about how mean these people have been to our country and have bullied us, or the level-headed man who keeps his wits about him and tells the people why we should retaliate or turn the other cheek.  Emotion cannot be the sole source of support.  It can be used to rally, it can be used to bring forth revolution and change, but it is rarely used to explain fact.

I do not condone explaining evolution with your feelings.  Obviously, you cannot teach kids evolution by maliciously gnawing at religion's throat.  Logically, you explain to them what evolution is, and if any sort of argument from the other side is presented, you reasonably shoo it away; it doesn't get any simpler.  Of course, it's easier said than done, but who's trying, really?  We're teenagers: We're irrational, idiots, and egocentric.  That's what makes high school so hard to deal with, and that's what makes so many people get angry over getting a D on their paper when all they do is rant about things with no support other than the feelings coming off the top of their heads.

That was a strange ending, and an emotional one.

I'm Blue, but Not Depressed!

Corny pun aside, I am indeed the color blue, as my True Colors personality states.  To elaborate, blue is apparently the color of a whiny, emotional person that can't control their feelings for more than two seconds.  I guess that's the morbid way of looking at it, but even so, I'm apparently it.  Does this color define me, though?  I feel like it does.  I've found myself in situations where, if I were any other color, things would've turned out differently.

In truth, Mr. Langley was right in saying how blues basically forgive and forget.  This applies strongly to me--I don't forget, though.  I forgive, yes, but I hold whatever action that the person I'm forgiving has done against them until I can finally forget.  Is this a bad quality?  I guess so, but there's nothing much I can do about it.  I never confront anyone about it, and I'm always as polite as possible if I can be, so I guess there's no harm, no foul.

My second color that I would be is apparently an orange.  To be honest, I guess that's the best way of describing me.  I'm emotional, and I try to be outgoing and fun.  I'm a child at heart, I guess, but a mature one, apparently.

I guess I'm cutting this blog short.  I don't have very much to talk about, to be honest.  I've never liked talking about myself, anyways.  It feels awkward.