Also, something has occurred to me. Everyone who still posts on LJ is of a certain type. You guys are people who run 5ks and learn Irish Gaelic for FUN. You teach yourself programming languages and clean the entire house for FUN. I have never started a hobby or craft I actually stuck with or got good at. Ever. Writing, drawing, graphic design, music, bicycle, NOTHING. You people make jobs out of things you're passionate about and I can't even stick with writing the fucking livejournal. I don't know why I'm so lazy but I'm kind of hating myself this morning. Why am I like this?

Hey everyone,

Yes I am still reading your entries on my friends page. Haven't had much to say myself lately is all.

It's September 11th again, and everyone is freaking out again. OMG, ISLAM! OMG, MOSQUES!

I don't want to be disrespectful to the firefighters and civilians who lost their lives, or to their families. And I do understand that 9/11/01 was a day that forever changed the American psyche, the way we live our lives, and the way we run our country. None of us will ever forget what we were doing when we heard the news.

But by the same token... it has been nine years. Almost a decade, now. We've rebuilt, and I'm starting to think it's time to move on. We're only giving this day and those events more and more power over our lives by continuing to obsess, and that is not a healthy mindset for a forward-thinking America.

Worked 8.5 hours. Came home and cried because I'm hurting so much. Things aren't easy even when they get better.

Listening to Jimmy Eat World's "Bleed American" on the radio today. Lyric: "I'm not crazy because I take all the right pills, every day." Hmm. Are they making incisive commentary about the pharmaceutical industry and its role in the American lifestyle? Or are they perpetuating the stigma attached to treating mental health issues with medication?

Little of both there, I think.

Hey Joneses! A little note about the dog...

Indy is a smart and personable little puppy, so it's tempting to give him more credit for his intellect than he actually has. And he is a very smart dog! But he's still just a dog. He can't necessarily plan future actions or speculate on the consequences of said actions... dogs are pretty binary.

The way Indy thinks is in terms of "like/don't like," "I like X better than Y", and "want/do not want." That's pretty much it. Where his intelligence comes in is figuring out how to get things he wants, which means he's both easy to train and extraordinarily talented at getting into mischief.

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Judging by current affairs in the hallway, I think that people who have really bad karma in their first life must come back reincarnated as beetles unlucky enough to cross paths with 8 month old puppies.

Someday I will stop expecting people to be compassionate and reasonable. I will stop believing that they are basically good, and unselfish. I will stop thinking that people are kind.

Once I can do that, I won't be surprised and disappointed all the time. I hate the shocked, sinking feeling I get when I realize someone I trusted to do the right thing, to be a kind person, has demonstrated a closed mind and ignorance approaching the level of cruelty. I've never assumed that people will all get along or think the same way, but I have always assumed that people — people who are my friends — would treat "the other side" with respect and human decency. They don't. I hate that, and I hate the fact that I can't see them the same way anymore.

So here's hoping I lose those high standards soon, huh? Better to be a cynic prepared for the worst than an idealist constantly upset by it.