I am quite passionate about dandelions. Heh. Since childhood I have preferred dandelions over almost any other flower/weed. This is primarily because of Fantasia.
Anyways, I do have a point- sort of.
I found a dandelion and i blew off all of the seeds. I watched them disperse with their individual parachutes. My eyes followed them until their landing. Most of them landed in the grass and I lost track of a few, but one particular seed made a very poor choice. It landed on the pavement.
My response to this : "The sidewalk!? are you kidding me? You had a chance at life!" I starred down at the suicidal seed in disgust. This is when I came to the conclusion that I was getting pretty worked up over a seed.
the end.