Sometimes...
...you can tell who is actually wishing you success by the amount of support they're giving you while you struggle. And is the converse proof of the otherwise? Salient.
Sometimes... no matter how good you try to be with the food you eat and that you feed to your family, there's nothing like a huge cheeseburger that's totally bad for you. Nothing.
Sometimes... a person can take a little thing that was done or said and turn it into a great big drama and then chill so that it looks like they're above it but all the time they did everything they could to manipulate everybody to see things their way. And by now the "oh I don't think about that" bullshit is everywhere.
Sometimes... you have to not give in to the temptation to agree with every last thing someone is crying to you about if only to help them get a backbone or put their petty shit into perspective.
Sometimes... you have to be willing to admit that you're as full of shit as anybody else. And keep a check mark next to the names of those who won't admit it. Because those are the real dangerous people in the world.
Sometimes... you have to wonder why the world gets cranked about six innocent civilians getting killed in a US drone attack that takes out fourteen Taliban, but says nothing when an al Qaida homicide bomber kills sixty seven people just squeezing turnips in a freakin' city market while minding their own business. Look a little skewered to you? It do to me.
Sometimes... I think I'm the only sane person on earth. Unless I'm thinking I'm the true idiot of the world. Chicken and egg I guess.
posted by RW @ 5:08 PM
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I'd be looking down Jayne Mansfield's cleavage if I was sitting at that table too. Just sayin'. Even if I actually think that Sophia is much hotter. Sometimes you just have to go with the obvious.
Sometimes... you hit the nail on the head with these posts...
It doesn't make logical sense that you are the only sane person on earth. Or that you're the one true idiot. While it might be charming to see oneself that way, it's not very logical.
Sometimes, when we find ourselves thinking that no one has it figured out as much as we do, it makes sense to look for the ways we are alike, rather than different from, people around us.
Because they are there.
I completely agree with Dave.
And count me among the ones who are totally full of shit...
Love this post..
I'm a big believer in telling people what I think as opposed to telling them what they want to hear.
Even when I'm full of shit.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to occupy the space between that gaze and its object.
Sometimes it's not about you and what you think. Sometimes, it is.
Sometimes...I totally agree with your posts.
and want a cheeseburger. Thanks for that. ;-)
Sometimes it is my responsibility.
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