Ignorance

Are old people really that ignorant? Does my grandfather truly believe homosexual people are less smart, less able and less educated? Do old people truly not see the error in their ways or are they convinced that all the young folk are crazy and blind to what their years of "wisdom" have told them? How do they raise fully capable and accepting people? I think it may be my foolish immaturity shining through but I hate when people make their age an excuse to be ignorant. You are supposed to have all this knowledge we are striving for this life experience that we can only attain after a hard life. Well, Rock Hudson was gay and now he isn't your hero, but Bing Crosby abused his kids and White Christmas is still a great film. There will never be a time when I stop caring. Old age is not an excuse to stop learning or to stop caring what other people think. I can use a fax machine with no instructions and run a blogspot, how's that for wisdom?

On the other side

After some intense emo stuff Friday night I am on the other side. I spent Saturday shopping for used books in Bart's which is basically the bomb. Its an old house full of used book and the patio wraps around the house and has books there too. It was over a hundred degrees in the shade. I stood, I browsed, I sweat, and after I felt happy and hopeful for my new books. Being sad takes so much more energy so lets avoid that.

Making important things priorities de-stresses me and feels like progress.

Even the simplest things...

Like eye contact. Have a whole conversation with a stranger and maintain eye contact. Not creepy I've been stalking you eye contact but genuine interest eye contact. At work today I took someones order and first of all he had the most gorgeous eyes ever. Lets rewind and say he was over 30 but continuing, it felt weird. Try it. Gave me tingles.

I'm back!

I haven't been posting, phooey. I have been cooking though... like a lot. I've been making breads, and cookies, and cobblers and maybe eating too much. That's irrelevant though. I wish I had fancy pictures to show you but my digital camera runs on batteries. Like real batteries, they are rechargeable but not like those square batteries normal people put in expensive electronic devices. They are the kind that if my camera died at a party I could steal them from the persons remote control or wall clock. Maybe this makes me cooler, maybe this just means you don't get pretty pictures of the apple pecan flax seed bread I made.