I’m pressed for time, tired and not in the mood, so today?  You get bullets.

Bang.bang.bang.

That is not an order.

• I realized today that I have very few expectations regarding my friends.  Be kind to people and be honest.  It is shocking how many people can’t seem to do that, though.

• I read the following on twitter a week ago: “Discussing another person’s moral failings is the most common form of gossip.”  I may do this under the unconscious pretense that I’m trying to derive some sort of life lesson.  In the end, though, maybe I’m just reinforcing an undercurrent of self righteousness.  Most of the time, I end up telling the person in question what I think their moral failing is, so that’s not gossip, right? It’s just terribly obnoxious.  In my defense, my levels of diplomacy border on being superhuman.  Still, is gossip actually gossip if you end up telling the person you were talking about exactly what you said?  I’m leaning towards a no.

• Someone I was talking to the other day told me that they met someone who works on the tarmac (spelling?  I’m talking about where airplanes land) and they found out that these people who work where the airplanes land do not have FBI background checks.  I was a little horrified by that.  Even more horrifying?  The person who I was speaking with, who I have known for almost 20 years, said, “I know, and he was Algerian, for God’s sake.”  What.the.hell. I mean, I’m sure a lot of non-Muslim/non-Middle Eastern people think that kind of stuff, and they probably say it to each other, but really?  This person was so shamelessly discriminatory that they couldn’t even hold it back when they were talking to me?  That’s just rude.  If you’re going to be racist, you should compensate by being polite about it.  And, no, I didn’t say anything to them because I assumed that if knowing me for twenty years couldn’t dissuade them from assuming that all Muslims and Arabs are terrorists, then my saying something was just a waste of time.  I just pretended I had something to do and ended the conversation.

• You know what’s stupid?  Mommy Wars.  If one more person tells me how great I am for staying at home to take care of my kids, I am going to scream.  I was raised by a woman that worked sixty hours a week, and I am well adjusted, intelligent, nurturing, loving and generally awesome.  When someone criticizes a woman for working outside the home in front of me, they’re criticizing my mom.  And a person could get cut for that.  Let’s assume that all mothers love their children.  Let us also assume that all mothers want to do what’s best for their children.  Let us also assume that what’s best for someone ELSE’S children is nobody’s business but theirs.

• Somewhere in that last sentence lies the key to ending human suffering.  The prize for guessing it is to languish in the knowledge that it’ll only work if every single one of us cooperates and that not one more reality show can ever be created.

So.  Yeah.  Not my best work.

But I posted.