Necessary Downsizing
There are a few things in life I just don’t understand. Here’s a short sampling…
1.How binary code runs computers (I’d lock up too if all everything I read was yes, no, yes, yes, no, no, no, no, yes, no…)
2. “Enabling” another person’s bad behavior (If someone’s boat is taking on water, you should try plugging the hole not just bailing their water.)
3. Black Licorice (News flash! No body likes these! When thrown in with the rest of my jellybeans, I become angry!)
4. Modern “Dancing” – (Dancing as an art form seems to be on a downward spiral. I’d rather watch sixteen hours of break dancing than be subjected to ten minutes of bump and grind. I’m embarrassed for them. Really embarrassed.)
5. Overweight kids
It’s the new health malady for which no shot can make one immune. It pulls the lich pin away from every other aspect of health, even so far as self-concept and confidence. It’s hard to have self-esteem when you look in the mirror and find a middle-aged man without the body hair.
In most cases, I blame the parents. A red-blooded kid will never choose the bran flakes over the sugar loops or the broccoli over the French fries. It is the adult who is in charge of making responsible choices for kids who aren’t mature enough.
Of course, everyone loves junk food from chips to chocolate. So what do you do?
If you live life in a constant state of denial, you may end up a bit grumpy. Life is worth a little less when you constantly deny yourself. Besides, self-discipline of this sort is difficult to pull off with donuts and an empty stomach pulling to each other like magnets.
The key is to never buy the junk at a grocery store. Never buy the garbage at a gas station. In fact, never buy it at all. There is so much for free in our society that if you relegate yourself to what comes your way without cost your intake will regulate by itself.
When someone at work offers you a piece of cake, eat it. If someone at church offers you a donut, take it. When at a picnic and there is a bowl full of potato chips, go ahead. If your host offers you a soda, drink it. It’s almost rude not to accept other’s generosity. But never, ever, buy the junk.
Well, except for peppermint patties. I like the sensation.
July 16th, 2008 at 9:31 am
mmmmmm, peppermint patties. I think your son likes them too!
July 16th, 2008 at 12:33 pm
Hey, I like black licorice!
July 17th, 2008 at 4:29 pm
Here’s something I don’t understand: people’s fascination with celebreties. Honestly, most people are more concerned with the name of Nicole Kidman’s new baby than people in their own family. Pictures of “Brangelina” are selling for like 2 million bucks a pop. Are you serious? If Mario Lopez suddenly died…guess what? *gasp* I wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep! *gasp* Call me a bad person, but I call it being honest and emotionally uninvested.
Another thing: Government funded “space exploration”. I see no possible justification for spending billions of dollars on what I consider a hobby. I think supernovas and nebulas and asteroids are as cool as can be (honestly), but I think our species will still survive if we don’t know how many moons Venus has or if Pluto is still a planet. (Is it, by the way?) There are too many problems on our own planet. And if a comet IS going to hit the us, would we really want to know? Because there’s nothing we could do about it but count down the days to our doom.
Fat kids: It’s ashame, really, and I agree it falls on the parents. Even if your kid has a genetic tendency to gain weight, this should make you MORE aware, MORE concerned. If I know my kid is algeric to bees, I’m not going to take him on a walk through a bee-hive. Chances are, the parents are fat, or at least eat unhealthy or don’t exercise, and we all know kids adpot their parents characteristics/tendencies. Your solution is a good one – don’t buy unhealthy food. But in the end, people will do what they want to do. If they want to lose weight, get in shape, learn a foreign language, or memorize pi to a thousand digits, they will. People act like they don’t know the answer or don’t know how to get started on attaining their goals, when in reality, they know, but don’t want to act.
Which brings me to my last pet peeve: people ranting.
July 27th, 2008 at 12:13 am
…when you’re at your brother’s house for the weekend and he has a cabinet full of goodies, eat them… hahaha jk