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How quickly life changes. I am now living on my own again and continuing my ongoing quest for the peace and joy that I know this world has to offer. I fear sometimes I am all too content to swim around in a constant sea of uncertainty and unknowing, but I also believe this is an intrinsic part of who I am, and lately I've come to embrace it.

I was recently at a gathering with new acquaintances where one of them asked me if there was anything I decisively opposed. Apparently I had been making arguments against others' declarations of dislike--for art, for people, for poetry. I was hard-pressed to come up with an answer right then, and I sat thinking on the subject for a while, allowing the conversation to go on around me. I eventually came up with a few pet peeves, as was requested, and these included discourteous people in general, people who don't hold doors for the next passer-through, and people who talk loudly on cell phones in public places. While I'm certain I could come up with a much longer list of dislikes, as I often find myself an easily irritated person, my reluctance to do so stems from a deep-rooted effort to keep an open mind and to not judge. These sound like simple, basic principles that most of us embrace, but to truly do so is not an easy accomplishment. So while I may seem unopinionated or indecisive much of the time, I remain firm in my desire evaluate and weigh the merits of a given situation, and in effect, not commit to a position right away. Perhaps I'm too much of a literature student, where we are expected to weigh all sides of a particular text--something for which I'm exceedingly grateful. I can flounder all I want. Until I have to write a paper, that is.


Another great post... I'd without a doubt sell various body parts or material belongings to have your writing ability! :)
Lee Davidson said…
You're too, too kind. It's funny you left that comment, because I often think of what a naturally great blogger you are--something I would aspire to if I could get outside of my head long enough to observe society at large :)

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