Little Debbie snacks. Why do they exist? Why do they sell whole boxes for a little over $1? Why is it so easy to justify buying something that's only $1? What is it about those wonderfully scrumptious cookie snacks that leaves you with a particular hollow feeling when you don't have any? What makes you look twice, thrice (or at least until you finally put them in your shopping cart) at that horrible corner in the grocery where all the Little Debbies live? I think it's drugs. Or perhaps an over-indulgent mother whose casual "go ahead and get them" is all the excuse I need to overcome a feeble conviction not to buy empty calories.
Come to think of it, are they really empty calories? Maybe I should quantify fullness in more than chemically nutritional values. After all, a human is much more than chemistry. Maybe Little Debbie will hire me for their marketing department.
4.15.2006
4.11.2006
mmmm
"contracts are sacred," he said with a cold glare. "but you can get out of them if you want to."
"spend a lot of money," my roommate clarified.
What's the point of saying something is sacred? Doesn't that meant holy, set apart, untouchable? Maybe I should consult the dictionary before I start to ramble, but it's the end of a long day, I'm drinking a good beer, and I just don't feel like looking it up.
Anyway, why say something is sacred and then say it's breakable? I think he just wanted to sound important, which he would have if I hadn't been thinking that he was just saying that to sound important.
And I think my beer is better than this post, so I'm not going to say anything else.
"spend a lot of money," my roommate clarified.
What's the point of saying something is sacred? Doesn't that meant holy, set apart, untouchable? Maybe I should consult the dictionary before I start to ramble, but it's the end of a long day, I'm drinking a good beer, and I just don't feel like looking it up.
Anyway, why say something is sacred and then say it's breakable? I think he just wanted to sound important, which he would have if I hadn't been thinking that he was just saying that to sound important.
And I think my beer is better than this post, so I'm not going to say anything else.
3.28.2006
3.12.2006
Have a sad day
http://worldmag.com/articles/11613
I think sadness has its place in a fallen world, but I do believe, also, that there is a place where there will be no more tears. Being a rather melancoly personality, I sometimes think that if I had nothing to mourn, I would create something. Saying no to sadness would deprive me of one of the "joys" of my existence. But that's just part of my personality that will one day realize redeemption. I wonder, though... our perception of sadness is certainly tinged by sin, so our perception of happiness must be, too. When we think of being happy happy happy all the time time time in heaven, it may not be the sort of happiness and absence of tears we envision from our worldly perspective.
I think sadness has its place in a fallen world, but I do believe, also, that there is a place where there will be no more tears. Being a rather melancoly personality, I sometimes think that if I had nothing to mourn, I would create something. Saying no to sadness would deprive me of one of the "joys" of my existence. But that's just part of my personality that will one day realize redeemption. I wonder, though... our perception of sadness is certainly tinged by sin, so our perception of happiness must be, too. When we think of being happy happy happy all the time time time in heaven, it may not be the sort of happiness and absence of tears we envision from our worldly perspective.
3.10.2006
We had a fight over that?!
Mom and I went through my closet of childhood memories. Every time I looked at yet another fluffy stuffed animal good for nothing but sitting around gathering dust I was struck with the faint feeling that I had fought my sister/cousin/friend/someone over that little collection of synthetic fibers shaped into a cuddly appearance. I wanted so badly (back in the day, mind you) to have possession of that little thing, whichever of the 15 things it happened to be... the little thing that I literally haven't thought of for one second in the past ten years. How can something that seemed to have so much significance be so utterly useless?
When I really face the facts, I realize, of course, that I took pride in owning a thing, in having something that others wanted, but making sure that it remained in my possession and others could only covet. And, unfortunately, I am also forced to face the fact that I still have this attitude about things, money, food, my time, whatever I could possibly claim to own. So I guess when I'm eighty, I'll look back on all the things that seem so immeasurably important to me now and realize that it was just a little pride-fit.
Am I starting to sound like a communist? I didn't really mean to, but I just heard some John Lennon song today about imagining no possessions... what a loon. Anyway, but I don't think the things are the problem; I know I'm the problem. Ha! and that's where you missed the mark, Mr. Lennon. So, even if I didn't have things, I'd find something to have that same attitude about so that ten years down the road I could look back at how frivolous my concerns were and cling that much more tightly to my currently unseen frivolous fascinations.
Well, here's to ten more years of personal growth and development.
When I really face the facts, I realize, of course, that I took pride in owning a thing, in having something that others wanted, but making sure that it remained in my possession and others could only covet. And, unfortunately, I am also forced to face the fact that I still have this attitude about things, money, food, my time, whatever I could possibly claim to own. So I guess when I'm eighty, I'll look back on all the things that seem so immeasurably important to me now and realize that it was just a little pride-fit.
Am I starting to sound like a communist? I didn't really mean to, but I just heard some John Lennon song today about imagining no possessions... what a loon. Anyway, but I don't think the things are the problem; I know I'm the problem. Ha! and that's where you missed the mark, Mr. Lennon. So, even if I didn't have things, I'd find something to have that same attitude about so that ten years down the road I could look back at how frivolous my concerns were and cling that much more tightly to my currently unseen frivolous fascinations.
Well, here's to ten more years of personal growth and development.
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