*pushes depressing post down*
Kinda sick of looking at that thing. ^.^;
Anyway, the matter is still, at the time of this writing, not completely resolved. However, I've decided to stop beating myself up about it. I've felt miserable about it all week, but I'm ready to learn what I can from the whole thing and move on. And if the offendee thinks I should suffer more, that falls squarely into the category of "not my problem".
Anyway, that's not really what this post is about. Rather, it's a little something about the Fourth.
I've never been particularly patriotic. Granted I love my country, but the whole place is founded on some pretty shaky principles that are only just now falling apart (I was going to write a comment here about the kind of people America would vote into office given a sufficiently glossy photograph of them with the family dog in front of a church, but deleted it to avoid invoking Godwin's Law so soon). And no I'm not referring to our "fearless leader". W isn't even the worst of our problems; he's just a symptom and convenient scapegoat. The problem is that what the majority of the people want may not neccessarily be what they need... and in fact the two are almost never the same. But I digress.
I haven't been to a fireworks show in years. I kinda lost interest in them right around the time I started going to college (maybe even before then... not sure). Part of it is being surrounded by people I don't know and therefore don't like, but I think most of it has to do with staring at pretty lights in the sky like some yokel. I just never really got the appeal of fireworks. Still, it's a once a year thing and I figured it was as good an excuse to hang out with my girlfriend as any.
We sat a little too close. I had to prop either my head or my glasses at a funny angle in order to see anything. And my head still hurts from all the loud ones that went off in succession. But I had my girl in my arms and the cool night air on my face, so I was happy. In the end, what I could get for free was worth more than the thousands of dollars of explosives going off less than a football field's distance away from me.
I was thinking maybe I'd have some grand revelation or at least an amusing observation by this point of the story, but I got nothing. Or maybe there's something there that I'm not seeing, I dunno. I'm tired, so I'm going to get to bed and let you all worry about it.
Anyway, the matter is still, at the time of this writing, not completely resolved. However, I've decided to stop beating myself up about it. I've felt miserable about it all week, but I'm ready to learn what I can from the whole thing and move on. And if the offendee thinks I should suffer more, that falls squarely into the category of "not my problem".
Anyway, that's not really what this post is about. Rather, it's a little something about the Fourth.
I've never been particularly patriotic. Granted I love my country, but the whole place is founded on some pretty shaky principles that are only just now falling apart (I was going to write a comment here about the kind of people America would vote into office given a sufficiently glossy photograph of them with the family dog in front of a church, but deleted it to avoid invoking Godwin's Law so soon). And no I'm not referring to our "fearless leader". W isn't even the worst of our problems; he's just a symptom and convenient scapegoat. The problem is that what the majority of the people want may not neccessarily be what they need... and in fact the two are almost never the same. But I digress.
I haven't been to a fireworks show in years. I kinda lost interest in them right around the time I started going to college (maybe even before then... not sure). Part of it is being surrounded by people I don't know and therefore don't like, but I think most of it has to do with staring at pretty lights in the sky like some yokel. I just never really got the appeal of fireworks. Still, it's a once a year thing and I figured it was as good an excuse to hang out with my girlfriend as any.
We sat a little too close. I had to prop either my head or my glasses at a funny angle in order to see anything. And my head still hurts from all the loud ones that went off in succession. But I had my girl in my arms and the cool night air on my face, so I was happy. In the end, what I could get for free was worth more than the thousands of dollars of explosives going off less than a football field's distance away from me.
I was thinking maybe I'd have some grand revelation or at least an amusing observation by this point of the story, but I got nothing. Or maybe there's something there that I'm not seeing, I dunno. I'm tired, so I'm going to get to bed and let you all worry about it.