There's a reason I prefer to stay marred within the frilly, frothy side of life. The world is stinkin' depressing. I read the newspaper today, and remembered why I like to avoid it. Some 19 year-old kid runs down his 45 year-old neighbor, kills her (on purpose) and his aunt says the typical, "he's a nice kid" quote. "He wouldn't do something like that." Except he did do something like that, with witnesses, and his rap sheet shows it's not the first time.
What the heck? Why are we so quick in this world to forgive evil, but not protect the innocent? How are we getting all these people who live without conscience? Even if you take God out of the picture, how do you justify being a completely entitled narcissist who is a drain on society?
Why wouldn't I rather read what Bradgelina is doing this week? Or contemplate Michelle Obama's ball gown (which I loved, btw). Why wouldn't I want to go and hang out at Los Gatos Coffee, where the caffeine-induced (and their dogs) are happy? They're not making excuses for why they're miserable human beings, they're just out there trying to enjoy their day.
I think that's underrated. The life of normal people, who go about their day, not making the world a worse place. A little happiness and consideration for others goes a long way. Meeting a simple need for someone else is underrated. Those small, unexpected greetings don't go unnoticed.
In the meantime, I'm going to uplift myself with my "More" magazine, with Emma Thompson on the cover (LOVE her, she wrote the screenplay for Sense & Sensibility) and then, maybe I'll get to my new book by Colleen McCollough, then I'll wash it down with a People magazine chaser. Man, ignorance is truly bliss.
