Today's writing prompt is ridiculous: A fruit you dislike and why. Okay, so I loathe pears. It's a texture thing, a why-would-you-scoop-cottage-cheese-into-this-are-you-mad? thing, a rarely are they ripe thing, a name thing, a taste thing, a why can't we have apples like normal poor people thing...
Pears may have been my gateway drug into judging people harshly. Or was that lima beans?
Regardless, I learned from a young age that there are choices in life, and some people concern themselves with some mighty terrible ones.
I have learned two things about the Internet. Honestly, I am still learning them both, so bear with me.
1.) Social media outrages me. When I hit my boiling point, it's best to step away and not say anything, although I desperately want to. Often, I think people mean well. They are on a journey of self discovery in this mad, mad world and they say ridiculous shit en route to becoming, or some other Buddhisty-feel-nice mantra that resonates deep within the Earth. Dig. I say people, and again, it sounds judgy, but I am included in that category of people as I have not yet shuffled off this mortal coil to spy on people like some Maxwell/MJ ghostling. I remind myself that I'm not the jackass whisperer, usually after I've said something I cannot retract. So, if you're reading this and you feel somehow offended, check out some puppies for a few minutes, then come back.
2. Inevitably, when I write/blog, I feel better. I'd like to think I'm not mostly ranting into a void and writing only to purify myself cathartically. I'd like to think that instead, I am en route to becoming, and because I was born to WRITE, periodically checking in is helpful to that end.
When I get up in the morning, I have choices, after all. And I shouldn't let the choices of others that have no bearing on me get me down. And when then choices make the world a dumber place to occupy, I can ask myself: what am I doing to make this a rock worth continuing to inhabit?
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