The little things we overlook

People are silly.
You have the ridiculously pessimistic, the ones who tell others flatly that their ideas will not work, even though it's truly impossible to tell. You have the absurdly optimistic, who in my opinion no matter what, are far more pleasant to be around, though not always lucky or truthful to themselves. No matter how intelligent a pessimist may try to sound, they may still be afraid of living or looking up, and that makes them silly regardless of intellect. No matter how naive an optimist may sound, they may either be lying top themselves, or plugging along feverishly.
People are silly.
I have gone through nearly 4 years of high school, and have learned more about myself and about the world via independent, for-curiosity research on ideas than I have in school. People teach you about yourself, and show the importance of introspect to you, funnily enough. You can tell the people who take time to notice little things in their surroundings, those who take pleasure in a tiny blip of a day, from those who simply go through the motions of living and feeling. Then again, perhaps I'm assuming things. I'm silly.
People are silly.
Not enough people make a list of things they like, or try new things, or take time for introspect and reflection on how you can be a better person, or looking over things you like about yourself and friends. People like to complain. When done frequently, it's anti-productive and it holds the illusion of being beneficial to stress relief. It's not. It pushes the stress around, spreads it, makes things harder to do that otherwise wouldn't be that bad or a struggle. I would know. I complain a lot. I try not to though. I think, more importantly, in order to not complain as much, we additionally need to learn how to block out complaining, to not allow it to penetrate us. Then, it will be easier to focus on more fulfilling aspects of life, or at least, better conversation.

Post a list of little things that you like, if you so wish. Remind yourself that you are a human, not a parrot, and that little things can shut people up and just...make them happy. It's okay to not talk (I know, I know...hypocrite) and allow the silence to absorb other things in a moment. :)

I'll go first with some examples of little things that I really enjoy for no reason whatsoever:
*When you first bite into a pb&j sandwich on toast, and your teeth penetrate the golden crust, then the bread, break through the other toasted side, and sink into peanut butter.
*The way you can feel individual blades of grass underneath your feet in summer
*The way woods smell immediately after a heavy rainstorm
*The sound I make when I say "Robusto", even though it's in a stereotypical and likely inaccurate Italian accent
*The contrast between green leaves and the sky around 5 or 6pm on a really bright, non-hazy day.

From Amelie; she takes a blind mans' arm at a street corner: "Let me help you. Step down. Here we go! The drum major's widow! She's worn his coat since the day he died. The horse's head has lost an ear! That's the florist laughing. He has crinkly eyes. In the bakery window, lollipops. Smell that! They're giving out melon slices! Sugarplum ice cream! We're passing the park butcher. Ham, 79 francs. Spareribs, 45! Now the cheese shop. Picadors are 12.90. Cabecaus 23.50. A baby's watching a dog that's watching the chickens. Now we're at the kiosk by the metro. I'll leave you here. Bye!"