Two small gripes
Hey History Channel (and weird gullible cultish people) - The DaVinci Code is a work of fiction. It's not a brilliant discovery by a science pioneer of our time. It's not a new wave of religious conciousness. It's a guy who said, "gee, what if something like this happened?" I know some people are ready to put their total trust in absolutely anything they hear, and will practically start cults to anything, Jedi, Middle Earth, Harry Potter among the numerous ones I've seen lately. But really, please. Don't take your religious beliefs from fiction novels and movies. Go do some real research into your belief system. Find facts to back it up. Don't just take pieces of pop culture and meld them together into a religion because you think it's cool. That just means that you don't really believe anything at all.
To everyone sporting a ribbon of awareness - as happy and proud as I am that you want people to know that you support awareness of the particular issue indicated by your ribbon's color, if I ask you what your ribbon represents and what the issues are for that particular subject, please have some idea of what you're talking about. Something, anything. If you want me to be aware of breast cancer, can you at least have a statistic ready? X amount of women die every year from breast cancer. Or be creative. 1/100th of every woman in the united states dies from cancer every five minutes. Something. Even if you have to make it up. If I'm asking, I obviously don't know. At least give me something. A tale of how your second cousing once removed died of it and it shook you to your core. A few facts on how being aware of it can help me. Don't just tell me to be aware. And especially, know what your ribbon color stands for.
I think I will be very greatful when this ribbon fad starts to die away. I like being aware of diseases and social issues, but you practically have to carry around a manual to figure out which ribbon stands for what, and they're everywhere, and nobody who sports them can seem to tell me anything about their issue. It's frustrating.
Okay, so with that off my chest, I feel terrible. I caught some kind of flu or something and it sucks. I've had this thing for about ten days. It started in my throat, and now it's settled in my stomach, and it seems to be linguering in my lungs throughout. I'm tired and hot and cold and grumpy and achy and mucusy all at the same time. Which probably explains the irritable rants above. Blugh. The worst part is that there are days, like today, where I absolutely have to be at work. So I just get to suffer for awhile.
To everyone sporting a ribbon of awareness - as happy and proud as I am that you want people to know that you support awareness of the particular issue indicated by your ribbon's color, if I ask you what your ribbon represents and what the issues are for that particular subject, please have some idea of what you're talking about. Something, anything. If you want me to be aware of breast cancer, can you at least have a statistic ready? X amount of women die every year from breast cancer. Or be creative. 1/100th of every woman in the united states dies from cancer every five minutes. Something. Even if you have to make it up. If I'm asking, I obviously don't know. At least give me something. A tale of how your second cousing once removed died of it and it shook you to your core. A few facts on how being aware of it can help me. Don't just tell me to be aware. And especially, know what your ribbon color stands for.
I think I will be very greatful when this ribbon fad starts to die away. I like being aware of diseases and social issues, but you practically have to carry around a manual to figure out which ribbon stands for what, and they're everywhere, and nobody who sports them can seem to tell me anything about their issue. It's frustrating.
Okay, so with that off my chest, I feel terrible. I caught some kind of flu or something and it sucks. I've had this thing for about ten days. It started in my throat, and now it's settled in my stomach, and it seems to be linguering in my lungs throughout. I'm tired and hot and cold and grumpy and achy and mucusy all at the same time. Which probably explains the irritable rants above. Blugh. The worst part is that there are days, like today, where I absolutely have to be at work. So I just get to suffer for awhile.