daily_crimes dafremen I am guilty, but have given up on guilt. The daily crimes committed by me against me aren't getting any less frequent as a result of beating myself up about it. I should quit smoking. I should quit drinking. I should quit eating so much. (My body took me off of its Christmas list two years ago.) I should be more patient and less critical. I should learn to keep my mouth shut when there's nothing useful to say...just empty space in the conversation to fill. I should get up and do more instead of just thinking about it. Is there anything wrong with thinking? To a point...no. But in the end thinking does nothing without action. Yack yack yack, ponder ponder ponder. What a waste of human intellect we can be sometimes. Harp, retort, criticize, dodge, parry, thrust...TWANG. (mother!) So I'll post this. And I'll try to do better. That's all I can do. And in the end if I fail...then I failed. Oh well. Success has always been little understood and seriously overrated. The same misguided souls that whine that the human experience is sooo solitary..will inevitably engage in one sort of competition or another, be it intellectual, social or athletic. But what competition? There is none. It's just me against my less desirable inclinations. That's all. I could give a fuck what anyone else thinks about my progress or lack thereof. They don't have to live with it. 100508 what's it to you? who go blather from