More War

Here we go again. More war. As I've stated before I don't know why but whatever the reason it's likely trivial on the surface, and either about some long fueded over territory border or money or a bit of column A and a bit of column B. I sort of don't care what the reason. Here's a poor analogy for why I don't care. I'm driving along the highway to work, minding my own business while some asshole rides my tail for 20 kilometers honking the whole way, pissing me off and putting my life in danger. Yeah what a jerk! BUT if I stop my car, get out and walk over to his window and bash the crap out of the window and subsequently his head, does it now matter what he did? No, I'm going to jail for manslaughter, yes he was a jerk but I could solve it with some ripe words and a police report (by the way this has never happened to me, just a hypothetical). The point of this rambling analogy is that actions and reactions have to be level. You tap me I tap back, not you tap me and grab the nearest piece of furniture and whack you over the head with WWE style. Two year olds have the social understanding not to do that, so why are countries doing that? Bunch of animals! WHy can't we talk things out anymore. Imagine the world if every Jane and Joe settled disagreements and grievances thusly. The office alone would be a bloody scene, over aPost-it or something. So if the average civilian must deal with their issues in a diplomatic and non-violent manner, with the treat of imprisonment if they do not, what are the consequences for leaders of countries who do not do so? If this continues there'll be no one left to fight on either side. PLEASE STOP!

Where's The Popcorn?

"My mommy took my toys away! Uh-oh, I think my diaper needs a change..."



Ballistics missile attack courtesy of North Korea. Well wasn't that just the biggest temper tantrum you've ever seen? All joking aside, who gave this lunatic access to anything more harmful than a plastic spoon? As I've said before, I'm not an authority on politics in fact I'm frankly ignorant for the most part but I didn't understand what happened yesterday and why. There seems no reason to launch missiles at a country while their back is turned. Did anyone else see that coming? What did Japan do exactly? Make a "Yo, Mamma" joke or something? Or were there really no good movies for him to watch that day?
I don't mean to make light of the situation, I simply see the situation from an ignorant peep hole in my world. All I see is a deranged little boy with big, dangerous toys, and not enough productive (not to mention positive) things to do. Someone get the man a new movie and lock up the weapons, he's on a time-out.

The Human Condition

When we have something great happen to us, as individuals, we relish in it and cherish it - for a short period of time (in my case 48 hours). Conversely, if something terrible happens, anything from the relatively trivial event of spilling coffee on the crotch of a pair of brand new white pants to the catastrophic death of a loved one, we dwell on it almost infinately. I may be speaking for myself, who knows, but I do see this same behaviour in others.

I'm sure there are plenty of psychological explanations for this, none of which I will endeavor to publish here. Whenever I have a terrible experience I tend to replay it in my mind over and over for much longer than one should, however when something good happens I almost feel guilty to indulge my self-satisfaction. I often wonder why we are programmed this way since it seems so counter productive and not to mention slightly sociopathic. I once won a competition that I was very proud of but when I received accolades, I downplayed the accomplishment. What the hell?
In comparison, the loss of a lover or a failure on an exam would be picked apart, examined, analysed and held aloft so that all could behold it and comment. What did I do wrong? How could I have made it better or prevented the failure? This will churn in my head during any quiet momment I attempt to steal, of course I am dramatizing for emphasis, it's actually more of an annoying little feeling in the pit of my stomach that doesn't feel right.

This post was triggered by a 'Sex and the City' episode (the one where Carrie is obsessing over Big repeatedly to her friends until they finally break and tell her to see a shrink) which got me thinking about how we deal with heartbreaking events in our lives. Some are private and deal with it quitely while others tire their friends with the endless chorus of "Well what do you think? What should I do? I'm right! Right?. I happen to fall somewhere in the middle (a 60/40 split, I won't distinguish which is which). I personally, would like to deal with my triumph's with same mental effort as I do my tribulations. I think women in general would agree (maybe not my mother-in-law, she's a ROCK!! It's crazy!!) with me on this.

The next time I do something well, I'm going to attempt to dwell on it for a good two weeks, accept the accolades as I do the consoling advice and swirl it around luxuriously in my head as one would with a fine brandy.

The negatives I will try to dismiss with a lazy "Oh it was nothing".