I love you.
There, I said it. I don’t care what happens next. I love you.
I love your stories, compassion, your mixed signals, your anger, your joy, the bitter sadness and utter joy I feel around you. Your seriousness sits next to the mundane. I love that I feel like I’m part of the human race when I’m around you – that there’s a place for me to express myself and hear other humans do the same Also, you let me buy a BBQ easily without a ton of driving or find out facts like the capital city of Greenland that otherwise would take weeks.
Sure, there are people ready to argue about everything and downright call for the demise of another for saying pretty much anything. I know that’s not most of you, internet. It doesn’t sway my love of the people you connect me to – the kitten-video-posting, dinner-picture-uploading, status-writing, news-information-creating, hopeful, loving, angry hoard that I’m now that much closer to because of you.
Keep up the crazy, my love.
There’s a lady outside my office window. Not to worry, I’m on the ground floor. Anyway, she’s on her phone, set to speakerphone, yelling about a delivery that didn’t happen “after 5, as she had requested.” She’s waving her arms like the customer service person can see her and pacing back and forth making sour puss faces.
She says that if it doesn’t come tomorrow, “there will be consequences.” Not sure what they are, as she didn’t elaborate. Personally, I prefer threats that are concise, so I fully understand my options. Not sure how the person on the other end of the phone feels, but that is my preference for the record. In case you need to threaten me, Internet.
There are huge, aviator sunglasses on her face. Her green linen outfit looks stunning in the sunlight. She is multitasking, as she is also smoking. It is the smoking area, so that’s okay, too.
Also, her phone is in a pocket in her wallet. So it looks like she’s yelling into her wallet, like the money or credit cards are the problem. It’s a lovely pink leather wallet.
I would have missed her completely but she was yelling so loud, that I heard her through the double panes of glass. That is impressive. I hope she gets her delivery, or causes some “consequences” for someone, if that is her preference. Judging by the number of times she said it, I think it is.
Just thought you should know, Internet. Thanks for listening.
When you see ads for courses in “flipping real estate” or “making money from the stock market,” do you think business is bad so they’re turning to teaching?
I sure do. Because why aren’t you just making money flipping real estate or investing in stocks if it’s so lucrative?
This week, I’ve read some online arguments about some topic or another, which stated “Well, I read a study.”
Let’s be honest, you have an opinion and the study matches. I love opinions, whether they’re mine or not. They’re great things. More power to you, I say. You’re completely entitled to your opinions. Why drag a study into it?
Anyone with a few bucks and some time on their hands could conduct a study. Lobby groups, universities, marketing departments. They don’t really prove anything, and anyone who does studies can tell you that they create more questions than they answer. I could do one from my window – citing that 26.25% of my neighbors go outside on their front decks in the warm weather at 6 pm. Does that prove that decks are better than backyards?
Opinions are important. Maybe it’s the new pressure to “prove it” brought to us by the internet and its oodles of data. Perhaps, the study is the response to being attacked in the past and feeling foolish.
All I’m saying is, it really doesn’t matter if things are proven “true” by some study. Have an opinion, be loud and proud!
We’re all hanging out on a big rock that’s hurtling through space. Anything could be true. It’s the exchange of ideas I’m most interested in – not who is right. That’s downright dull.