I just sent an e-mail to my dad–one of those periodic updates about what’s happening in my neck of the woods–and, looking back on what I wrote, it occurs to me that, if I was anybody else, by now, I’d probably be bored to tears, ripping my hair out, and setting the carpet on fire just for something to do. (Especially in a culture like this, where the attention span can be measured in seconds, and social dependence borders on addiction.)
I thought about that as I realized that yesterday was probably the first time in a week that I found myself outside. And for what? To get some picture frame hanging wire at Walmart; that’s all. Kind of gets me to wonder. Are other people’s lives REALLY that much more exciting than mine, or do they simply make it look that way because they feel like they have to live up to something, or to impress someone…
It seems quite odd anytime I hear someone extend good wishes in form of a request. They might say “get well,” or “feel better,” and it just baffles me. Let’s agree that people don’t generally intend to dwell in hardship, and so they’re most likely already doing all they can to improve their situation.
Anytime I’m confronted with ad hominems, I notice that my critics always touch upon the same three or four points, the most common of which, by far, is the number of friends that I have on Facebook.
You people make such little sense
