It's the thought that counts.

Lately I've been tempted to go through and mend all my broken friendships. I guess it's a seasonal thing. "Hello," I'd say to people. "I have made some bad decisions, some possibly related to our ex-friendship. Now I'll try to fix those, I guess." I suspect that some of those people would be displeased to hear those words from me.

That's okay. Maybe some of them forgot already. That would save me a lot of effort, I suppose. But it wouldn't help with the temptation. Oh well.

Clearly I spend my time wisely. Idea courtesy of Terrible Crossover Fan Fiction Idea Generator.

My friend decided that he's going to be more of a gentleman. He woke up and realized that the world doesn't have very many of those types of people anymore. I agree with him. Now he's making a conscious effort to be a better person.

I think I'll join him. Because he's right: the world is full of self-serving, self-absorbed idiots. We need less people to stand around and complain about everything and more people to get up and fix things. I'm going to be a less cynical person. That probably won't fix anything.

That's okay.

I mean, that will solve everything. Forever.

Comments

Anonymous said…

I don't know that it's that easy to just say 'I'm not going to be a cynical person'. It's one thing to be a gentleman and be polite; it's an entirely different ordeal to change the way you see things. Just because you don't voice something doesn't mean you aren't still thinking it.

Not trying to be a downer, but that kind of thing takes a lot of work. You have to constantly be on guard for negative thoughts, and thoughts aren't easy things to monitor.

February 18, 2009 at 10:43 PM

No, Holmes, no!

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