Social observations and ruminations about nothing.

OK, ready? I have proof that outlandish statements BY THEMSELVES do not start quarrels: See the outlandish statement and silly comments in the post below.

People seek conflict. Yes, I know there are countless books by countless people smarter than I about conflict-avoidance and the evils inherent thereto... but I'm just sayin' that people by nature are spoilin' fer fights. Not serious ones mind you... Not with people who are integral to their actual lives, no, those are the conflicts people are all-kinds-of-killing-themselves to avoid; y'know, the conflicts that if people would just face them and deal with them could make people healthier and happier.

Nope. People only want to have show-downs with other people who, if they pull away or turn away or fire back, it just won't matter that much. So they run around the internet creating or contributing drama, or they rage in traffic, or they lambaste the poor barista through the drive-thru window, or whatever.

And really, I just wanna say, "Stop, please."

Honestly, we control ourselves for the most part when we're face to face with each other, but somehow the lack of being in front of a person who "knows" us gives us license to unleash the inner jackass.

Um, no. It doesn't.

I'm just sayin'.

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I'm not a list-maker by nature, although I've reached a stage where haphazard lists really are the gossamer membrane remaining between me and a total loss of sanity. Which really has nothing at all to do with today's topic, except for the list part. Because today's post is a list. Try to restrain your wild excitement, eh?


Top Ten Things I Regret:


10. Not realizing/appreciating how much my grandma gave me when I lived with her.

9. Letting religion make my decisions and choices for me for so long.

8. Choosing a "safe" career instead of going for a risky one.

7. Not attending the Thanksgiving Miracle of '07.

6. Living in Orlando for those three and a half LOOOOOONG years.

5. Not wearing enough sunscreen.

4. Not drinking enough in law school.

3. Getting lost inside internet worm-holes for unbearably long periods of time.

2. Pinky-swearing to do the STP and then not doing it.

1. Publishing this list.


Heh.

Have a [ ]day.

Whew. It has been a day.

At least, here. In the western hemisphere. I suppose the same time period I'm referring to was, elsewhere, a night. But I don't live there, I live here. Mind you, I didn't say whether the day was good or bad, merely that it's been a day.

Isn't it funny that each of us rules our own little fiefdom of time, and we judge it "good" or "bad" using measurements of such subjectivity as our own momentary feelings. For instance, while I was in an interminable line at an office supply store, it felt like a 'bad day'. But when I opened a bottle of wine and sat down to dinner with a family stumbling over itself with eagerness to tell about its experiences from today, it suddenly seemed a 'good day.' And, in actuality, no aspect of my day today was anything even remotely 'bad' when compared to the day Bristol Palin is having, or the one being experienced by that disfigured orphan on the Save The Children ad.

I don't know. I'm mostly just downloading here, AND moving those horrid "photos" down the page a bit. But I wonder, do we rather subjectively habituate ourselves to evaluating the worth of our days, and in doing so, diminish the overall value of our time? I think I have. How about you?