People often brag about how their entire lives revolve around their children, how their kids have given their lives meaning and purpose.
Why then, is it so difficult for them to pay a reasonable salary to those who care for their children on parent's-night-out?
I read a letter to the editor a minute ago that caused a great amount of internal distress and something like anger.
Everyone I know, and most everyone I don't know, seems obsessed with the quest to leave their mark in this world. Our human race (we'll call it "Frank") has developed and perfected their means of leaving something that'll last, at least for a while. "Frank" has thrown itself unabashed into the proclamation of Self.
It's everywhere; magazines praising curvy women and those women blatantly mocking thin women. It's in overheard conversations, the arrogance of fat people who "live to the fullest" as they say (meaning they eat crap all the time and don't care that they're sacrificing their bodies).
It's strange, the two bitter opposite personalities of the friends I embrace. On one end, there's the super productive, competitive, lively and driven young woman who makes daily decisions and sacrifices to achieve her goals.
