Well, well, well- we shall see who still checks in on this here overdue blog, now, won't we?
I've been doing a lot of thinking today, and examining some of the reasons why I do the things that I do. I have come to the conclusion that I don't want to continue being motivated by laziness or anger.
For example, why is it that I see the same furball on the floor for three days in a row and do not vacuum it up? Reason: I am angry at the dog for having fur. And, I am angry at my house for being dirty. And, I am angry at other people for not noticing it and vacuuming it up themselves for a change. So, there you have it. I have been victimized by inanimate objects, so the world must be subject to furballs at my whim.
Now if only the world would comply with my irrationality.
Another example: why is it that I continue to have every dish in the house dirty so that each time I want something to eat I must first wash all the dishes, silverware, pots, and pans that I want to use before I can cook? The answer: greater forces are not at work, and my dishes refuse to be miraculously self-cleaning. Oh, rats.
So, in order for my life to get better I have to choose action instead of inaction. My response to the universe today was that I cleaned a dish. And then a fork. Ha ha! I have won!
I realized just how nice it is to be able to just grab a dish and make a sandwich.
But the furball is staying there, so nyah.