Got a Burr In Your Butt?

Maybe you’re thinking too big.

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My son won’t stop whistling. EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY.

My daughter leaves her dirty pink basketball socks on the floor in front of the couch every, single night.

The landlord has an annoying habit of getting up at 2am, every night, and proceeding to engage in what I can only deduce to be a reenactment of Riverdance on my bedroom ceiling.

This is the stuff that’s going to drive me insane.

I forget that the biggest influence I will likely have towards a brighter future is over the human beings I tuck into bed at night.

What if we took the stuff IN HERE, and adjusted it in such a way that everything OUT THERE started to look different?

And believe me, I exercised the shit out of that option.

“Be the change”, they say.

For them, it’s not a Democrat/Republican distinction. It’s not about liberals or conservatives. It’s not the left, and it’s not the right. It’s not men, or women; gay or straight; trans or cis; black or white; old or young; Christian or Muslim or Atheist.

It’s hatred based on fear of the unknown, and it exists in every group above and all the others I don’t have time to list.

If someone creates, or says, or does something you find offensive, or ridiculous, or hateful, and it infuriates you so much that you find yourself wanting to tell them why their actions are wrong and why they need to change their minds, please stop.

Refocus your locus.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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