I was putting away laundry today and thinking mundane thoughts. Among the mundane thoughts, “These socks are the best socks the world has ever seen.”
Now, give me a second to explain:
These are not just any socks. These are the socks I bought before Christmas when Sears told me that if I spent $11.49 more, I could have free shipping (I know, I know, I probably ended up spending an extra $4.00, but it got me $5.99 worth of free socks). I was buying my wife a Christmas present. And I needed comfortable socks.
And now, when I wear those socks, I’m comfortable. They are great. They look like socks, but they feel like a cushion of air. I’m mostly joking, but I have many socks, and none of them compare to these socks. These socks make me genuinely a little bit brighter in the morning.
And the point, dear reader, is that if something so minute as socks can make me a little brighter, then human beings are certainly silly.
Archives for August 2013
Tweet Vs. Diary
Tweet: Awesome junk food! I can’t help myself! So Good! #carboloading #twizzlers #cheetos #funyons
Diary entry: Dear diary, Today I feel sorry for myself and stressed out. I can tell it’s going to be the kind of day where i really struggle to not just consume every piece of junk food I see. I know self control is important, but the way they fine tune a bag of ruffles Sour Cream and Cheddar potato chips makes them hard to resist. Wish me luck!
Information overload
I’m not that worried about the overwhelming amount of information I have access to. I do worry about what I’m doing with that information. But assuming that it’s the abundance of information that leads to our increasing love for trivial things is definitely a case of using the post hoc ergo propter hoc fallacy.
Some people take great libraries and use them to learn and do great things. Others take great libraries and, well, don’t do anything.
Failure
Failure isn’t fun. I’ve been trying to be really aggressive about setting goals for myself. The problem that setting these goals creates is failure. For instance, I have some daily writing goals. This past week, I only managed to hit them four days out of seven. Those other three days feel pretty terrible.
If this was a totally awesome blog post, I’d have three easy ways to deal with failure. But I don’t. Failure feels bad. Because it is bad. But, I have to dust myself off, get back up, and go again.
So, let’s go.