“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

Uh huh…

There’s been a lot of hullabaloo lately about hurtful words. Paula Deen (one of my favourite Food Network chefs) has been raked over the coals for her use of the “N word”. She has lost her job on the Food Network, millions of dollars in endorsements, and probably millions more in sales of her own products. She has been insulted and ridiculed more than any celebrity in recent memory. Why? Because she admitted to using the “N word”. It doesn’t matter that the context in which she says she used it in was a lifetime ago. It matters less that she claims to have used it in reference to a man who held a gun to her head. All that matters is that, in this age where political correctness is more important than honesty, she used the “N word”… many years ago.

Show me a person over the age of 40 who hasn’t used the “N word” at least once in their life and I will show you a liar. Show me a person in the south over 40 who has never used it and I will show you the second coming of Christ! Okay, there may be a handful of people exempt from that statement, but I can pretty much guarantee you that the people who are raking her over the coals are just as guilty as she is in using the “N word”, and probably a lot more than once. The only difference between her and them is that she is honest about it.

For the record, the “N word” is nigger. There, I said it. Does that make me a bad person? In my opinion the use of the word nigger (specifically in a negative context) insults the person using it much more than the person it is directed at. It is a vile word filled with venom and hatred, but it is just a word. Unfortunately it is a word that has been given so much power that it transcends verbal usage and can almost physically hurt someone. People have an automatic reaction to the word that is tantamount to being stabbed with a bodkin. Why? All of the people who use it and MOST who it is used against have no physical connection to slavery, where many believe the word originated. Many believe it relates to the Niger River, or Nigeria, from where many slaves were shipped out. But the actual word originated as a neutral term referring to dark skinned people, as a variation of the Spanish/Portuguese noun negro, which is a descendant of the Latin adjective niger (“colour black”). In British history the word nigger simply meant a dark skinned person, and could mean an African, or an Indian, Saudi, or anyone else with darker skin.

Living in Vancouver, I have heard as much hatred spewed in the word “Chink” as in any other insult, yet that word has not been given nearly as much power and is, therefore, generally brushed off as the rantings of a mental midget. Surely many people of Japanese descent have heard the word “Nip” lobbed at them, but the significance of that insult is minute. Muslims are referred to as “Muzzis”, “Turbans”, and “Camel Fuckers”, yet that borders on acceptable compared to the word nigger. Muslims and Sikhs were assaulted and even killed in America after 9/11, and the uproar against that was minuscule compared to what Paula Deen has had to endure. Again, why?

And in this day and age, who is more attacked, insulted, and demeaned than the gay community? Fag is a term heard far more often than any other pejorative, yet there is very little uproar when it is uttered. Gay bashing is an every day occurrence,  but is rarely brought to light. In fact some churches, politicians, and public figures make a lot of money from gay bashing. Where are the outcries against them? Alec Baldwin was the target of some mild attacks recently after he tweeted “[I’d] put my foot up your fucking ass, George Stark, but I’m sure you’d dig it too much” and “I’m gonna find you George Stark, you toxic little queen, and I’m gonna fuck you up.” This is far more angry and hateful than what Paula Deen has admitted to, but the backlash against him was barely noticeable. So minor was it that he even followed it up with a call out to “all my followers and beyond to straighten out this fucking little bitch, George Stark.” But Capital One, who pays him a lot of money to endorse them, has remained silent. Why?

One of my all time favourite quotes comes from Eleanor Roosevelt. She said, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” And she is right. What if we stopped giving the word nigger so much power? What if people simply stopped reacting? Like anyone else, I’ve been the victim of some pretty nasty insults but I have learned to let them go. I just consider the source and see their attacks as reflections on their intellectual short comings, not mine. One of the great things I have learned is that, apart from those I love, the opinions of others mean absolutely nothing to me.

Jews were called “kikes” for generations, but  the word has now almost disappeared from use. The use of the word “Wop” for Italians (which actually meant “With Out Papers” originally) is rarely heard any more.

I am not an African American, and I will not pretend that I understand the sting of the N word. But I do know it’s just a word. I also know that hatred and bigotry is much more rampant among the uneducated and the downright stupid. I’ve surmised that the size of a persons brain is inversely proportionate to the size of their mouth. Getting angry at an idiot is like getting angry at a cloud for dropping rain on you; it accomplishes nothing. Elizabeth Kenny said, “He who angers you conquers you.”

I am, by no means, condoning what Paula Deen said or did. I just don’t think she is a bigot. I think she may be lacking a little in class and education, but I really don’t think she is hateful. She was, once upon a time, but she has grown up. Who among us hasn’t done or said something we regret? But she has done an awful lot for diabetes awareness, human rights, and the homeless & hungry. She supports “Blessings In A Backpack” (look it up) and the RFK Center for Justice and Human Rights. I will judge her more on these more recent triumphs than on something that was said a lifetime ago.

While I will never use the N word as an insult and I will never judge the person it is intended for, I will judge the person saying it, for they are the ones society should ridicule and ostracize.

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I’m already sick of the whole Lance Armstrong story. Here’s my view on it. He lied. Then he sued people who said he lied. He’s worth $100 million dollars… for lying. People who don’t lie, or cheat, struggle to get by while this clown lives in a massive mansion in Texas. Google it, you’ll be impressed. Speaking of his house, he once used 330,000 gallons of water for his acre of gardens and swimming pool, at a time when Texas was going through a dry spell. When asked about it, he said that he didn’t know; “I’m a little shocked,” he said. “There’s no justification for that much water.” He added, “I need to fix this.” Really???

And to those people who say, “You have to respect him for admitting it”, I say “No, no I don’t!” He is still lying. He has only admitted to doping and PED’s up until 2005, because the statute of limitations has expired on any of the crimes he committed before that. He denies doping since 2005 because he could still be prosecuted. The USADA, however, has found “that it was not only likely that Armstrong used banned substances in 2009-10, but highly probable. In the view of USADA, Armstrong’s test results provided a “compelling argument consistent with blood doping”.” (from TSN Website)

Lastly, to anyone who says “but he has done so much for cancer research”, I have two words for you; the first word is Terry and the second one is Fox.

In other news, I can’t quite bring myself to keep up with the Manti Te’o story, but I still have an opinion. There are enough idiots out there pretending to be someone else that I believe anyone could get duped. How many fat, lonely, middle aged guys go online pretending to be a hot guy or girl? Did he make it all up? Probably. But is it possible that someone pretended to be Lennay Kekua as a joke, but then took it too far? Yes it is. I just wish I was interested enough to find out the whole story.

On a lighter note, the NHL is back. I hate it when people say “Hockey is back!” Hockey didn’t go anywhere, the NHL did. Anyhow, can someone tell me why I should care? If my wife left me 3 times in 10 years, I’d tell her not to come back. If your friends treated you the way the NHL has, you’d end the friendship, yet people are flocking back to the NHL in droves. Most of these people are the same ones who, a month ago, swore they were done with professional hockey. I guess the NHL has a grip on Canadian culture and consciousness that cannot be loosened. I don’t know if I will stay away from the NHL forever, for I do truly love the sport of hockey and, unfortunately the NHL is the best hockey on the planet, but I will forever refuse to refer to the product the NHL puts on the ice simply as ‘hockey’. It is a business first, entertainment a distant second, and lastly a sport. But it is not hockey, at least not in the context I was raised to believe hockey should be. And it will be a long time before they get any more of my money.

Conrad Bain died this week. It went largely unnoticed, but he was always one of my favourites. He was best known for Diff’rent Strokes where he played a man who took in two children from a completely different background and raised them as a loving father. I was in a foster home when Diff’rent Strokes was on, and I could sympathize with the ordeals of Willis and Arnold. However, I wasn’t treated nearly as well as Mr. Drummond treated his boys, so I looked up to him as a ray of hope. Later on, as one of his TV children faced serious legal issues, and his other two children from the show died, I couldn’t help but think of Mr. Drummond, and how destroyed he would have felt. Few people know he was Canadian born, and an accomplished Shakespearean and Broadway actor.

One of my New Year’s Resolutions is to blog more. Believe it or not, but I’ve had a few people prodding me to write more. It has been a long (but good) week, so this is all I could think of. I sometimes feel like I need a theme, or a direction. My older brother Ken writes a great blog about his journey of healing and self discovery. (Check him out, he has a wonderful message and some great insights – http://kenjaques.com/) But that’s not me, at least not yet. I write what’s on my mind. Not everything that’s on my mind, and you should be thankful for that. I have my struggles, and my beliefs, but my biggest struggle is that my beliefs aren’t reflected in my lifestyle. It would be like a vegan being told they have to eat meat to survive. Thankfully my “issues” are not fundamental in scope, or dramatic in nature, but they do drive me a bit batty at times. Still, my point is, I should, and will, write more.

I am not going to wish you a Happy New Year, but I will wish you a successful one. “Happy” is a subjective state, and can change hour to hour, day to day. But success is measurable, be it financially, emotionally, spiritually, or other. Successful people are, generally, happy people. And so I wish you much success in 2013.

I suck at small talk. Seriously, get past the weather, and maybe the latest news story, and I can’t think of anything to say. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that nothing comes to mind. If you’re a sports fan, then there’s a chance I can keep the conversation going for a few more minutes, but it’s always destined to wither. Which is sad really, because we all have something interesting to say, but bringing it all up in a “small talk” situation is often difficult. That’s what’s so great about blogs, I don’t need to talk about the weather, politics, of what restaurant serves the best burger. I can just say what I want to say!

So, what to say…? Well, I love learning about people, and culture. When I travel, it’s not to see the sights as much as it is to meet and learn about the people. Since I can’t learn about you here, I am going to tell you some things about me, some things you probably didn’t know, and some things that make me an individual. Some good, some bad, some happy, some sad. But they all make me ME. If you are still reading, I am going to assume you are still interested, and/or you care. Thanks!

1. I’ve hitchhiked across Canada… in January! OMG the cold!!! I left London, ON on Jan.4, 1991, and arrived in Vancouver 5 days later, in a heavy snow storm. I wasn’t impressed! I had always wanted to see Vancouver so I thought it a good idea to come out here for 6-12 months, make some money, and move back to Ontario. That was 21 years ago.

2. I was a homeless person. Seriously. From the summer of 1990 to Jan. 1991 I didn’t have a home. It was totally my own fault and I was far too embarrassed to ask for help. Trust me, pride had nothing to do with it. I slept in an old car behind a garage, and did a few odd jobs for food money. I never begged for money, except one time I needed a quarter to ride the bus to a job interview. (To this day I have a very difficult time asking for money, even if it’s owed to me)  I remember one time I hadn’t eaten for 3 days when I found a half a bag of popcorn outside of a cinema in Waterloo. That was one of my better days that year. Like I said, that experience made me who I am today. And I know the value of a dollar.

3. I have taken a swim in 3 of the world’s ocean. And I have stepped foot on 3 continents, plus Oceania. 4 more continents, but only 2 more oceans to go, and I will swim in them before I die. I just hope that it’s not the last thing I do…

4. When I was 15ish I was at a church camp, and we had to make a list of goals. I wasn’t terribly keen on the importance of goals, so things like money, family, or a career weren’t on that list. At the time  goals meant dreams, and I didn’t really put much stock in them, thinking them unreachable. Most wqere fantastic or unreasonable (I don’t think I’ll get to walk on the moon) but the top three things on that list have been accomplished! 1. See Vancouver, 2. Learn to Scuba dive, 3. See the Taj Mahal! If you knew the simplicity of my childhood, you would understand how dreamy those goals were. Number 4 was to write a book… I’m sorta working on that. 5 was to be a professional baseball or hockey players. I don’t think I’ll achieve that one.

5. Something I have always wanted to do since I was a small child was to see the Olympics. More specifically, I wanted to see Canada win a gold medal at the Olympics. I was lucky enough to enjoy that privilege when I was able to watch the Canadian women’s hockey team beat the Americans 2-0 at the 2010 Winter Games. The best part was that I was with my family, and my girls got to see something at 6 and 2 that it took me 42 years to see. That was really cool!

6. I grew up in a very “hick” part of the world. As children we knew very little of the world, and I don’t think I saw a non-Caucasian person up close until I was in high-school. On top of that I don’t ever interacted with an Oriental person until I was in university. It was just the time and place I grew up in. Yet, I ended up marrying a girl who was born in India and raised in the Middle East. Two of my best friends growing up married girls from Iran and Argentina. That may not seem like a big deal these days, but I still look back at where I was 30 years ago and think that’s pretty darn amazing.

7. I grew up in a foster home. From the age of 6 until the age of 13 my brother and I were sheltered and fed by a foster family. 6 years were spent on a farm, doing a lot of farm work, growing corn and soy beans, and raising pigs and chickens. To this day I hate working in a field.

8. I’ve been shot. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

There is more, of course. All of us have stories that would impress others. It makes us who we are. Now, I would love to hear a story from you. I have opened my book of life to you, and would love to see a page or two of yours.

We had to give up our puppy this week. It was very hard on the girls, especially considering it was their Christmas present, but there were just too many health issues with asthma and allergies to keep her. I am optimistic they will forgive me one day, especially considering their breathing and sniffling has already improved dramatically. Well, their sniffling has improved, it has diminished. I think “improved” sniffling would be a bad thing… but I digress. 

Although being in a house without a dog is a terrible thing, I know that I will be just fine. A canine companion is, after all, a privilege, not a right. This got me to thinking, ‘What else could I do without?” Whenever one hears that questions, material goods invariably come to mind, to which I say “BULLSHIT! All of it!” I happen to love my 42″ LCD, and all the educational programming it brings me. My PS3 and its wonderful ability to let me shoot people without remorse or grow rich without work is a wonderful gift that technology has bestowed upon me, and I am determined to keep it. My car is a lot more comfortable than a bus seat, and my smart phone is being surgically attached to me as soon as I can find a surgeon who will do that for me. So, after a lot of thought, here are 10 things that I could do without, in no particular order. 

  • The Kardashians. Okay, I know I said “no particular order” but there is a reason this is the first thing on my list. These camera whores have absolutely NOTHING to contribute to society, yet they make more money than all the teachers in an entire school district. In my opinion, the Kardashians (and the Hiltons, the Snooki’s & Situations of the world, etc) are really what’s wrong with Western Society. If people put the time, money, and effort into feeding the hungry, clothing the poor, or helping the elderly that they putting into these pseudo-humans, the world would be a much nicer place. 
  • Politics. As some of you know, I grew up with a passion for politics. I even studied in university, until Mulroney got a second term. I am not as ardent a follower now as I was then, but I still love it. Yet it seems to me that the lines between parties and platforms is getting blurred. It’s more about them than us, much more than it ever has been, and it’s much more about the have’s than the have not’s. Furthermore, it seems that they all went to the same school, and the dean of admissions was P. T. Barnum.
  • The internet. Ironic, eh? I used to be a fairly avid reader of all types of books: fiction, historical biographies, history, science, and fantasy were my favourites, but the internet is making us dumb. Now if we want to know something, we look it up, quickly, but no one seems to consider the factors behind things any more, or the consequences of things. Plus, we are so eager to Tweet (follow me @kerriejaques) and Facebook, that we don’t talk to people any more. I try to talk to someone in their 20’s and it seems they have no clue how to make small talk. Sorry, but I don’t want to talk about booze, babes, and parties any more. Sure I spoke of those things when I was 20, but I could also hold up a conversation with pretty much anybody. 
  • Ice cream. I jest, I just couldn’t do with ice cream. 
  • Sweating. Seriously, why on earth did we evolve (or be created) to have sweat glands in our butt cracks. Is this an evolutionary joke?
  • My right leg, below the knee. I’ve broken, fractured, or chipped 7 different bones in unrelated incidents in my right foot, ankle, or shin in the past 3½ years. Plus I’ve had Plantar Fasciitis, ligament damage, 2 sprains, and a lost toe nail in that same time. 
  • Driving. Is it me or are GVRD drivers the worst? From what I can tell, a yellow light means ‘gun it’, a red means that at least 1 or two more cars can go, and green means ‘ride the brakes”. Stop signs are simply meant to add colour to the neighbourhood, and that stick on the left side of your steering column is used solely to turn on your high beams… and never turn them off. They are not meant to indicate what way you want to turn, or that you want to change lanes. Oh, and shoulder checks are obviously unhealthy because very few people do them. 
  • Snow. Having spent a good chunk of last winter touring around India, I think that living in the cold is nothing more than a burden. Shoveling snow is, let’s face it, a pain in the arse. And no I don’t ski. Skiing would imply that you spend most of your time on your skis. What I do should, therefore, should be called assing. 
  • Grumpy people. But I think that’s universal. 
  • The legalization of pot. I am, in principle, actually in favour of legalizing marijuana, but if you go down to any assembly who objective it is to legalize it, and look at the people protesting most fervently, you will see my point. Do we really want these people having 24/7 access to pot? (like the don’t already) We pay enough of our taxes to EI and Welfare as it is. Now, if they legalized it for people who hold legitimate jobs, that would be different. 

It goes without saying that I could stand to go without a few meals now and then, but that’s not likely to happen. 

Seriously though, I am truly blessed. My life is richer than I could ever have imagine. Like Cheryl Crow said in ‘Soak Up the Sun’, “It’s not getting what you want, it’s wanting what you’ve got.”

I want what I have… although a winning Loto Max ticket would be nice…

 

Procrastination. It’s a wonderful thing. You are probably procrastinating right now; reading this instead of doing something else. Mark Twain said something like, “Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow?!” I am the King of Procrastination. I keep thinking I should make myself a crown…

Here’s the way I see it. Just imagine what would happen if everyone stopped procrastinating today. Gyms would be overrun by people wanting memberships. Surely fights would ensue as 478 people try to take in a yoga class restricted to 20 participants. Imagine the horror as two sweaty, obese men with shirts one size too small grapple with each other over the last elliptical machine, and now imagine some of that sweat getting on you. Popular trails and parks would be inundated with people wanting to get out of the house for one reason or another. Nature would take a beating from walkers, joggers, bikers, picnic’er’s etc. Ever seen “The Birds”? Nature always has a way to retaliate. Home improvement stores would run out of product because everyone wants to fix this or build that thing they’ve been putting off. Imagine how many trees would have to be cut down to meet demand. Grocery store shelves would be empty as people would be out buying healthier choices, or just stocking up, like they’ve meant to do for so long. Millions of people employed by those wonderful companies that supply us chocolate, candy, and chips would be out of work, because everyone would start eating better. Book stores would be scenes of anarchy as people would rush out to buy those books they’ve always meant to read. Again, think of the poor trees! TV shows would be cancelled when there is no one available to watch them because they are doing those things they’ve always meant to do. Watch the credits of any TV show, and imagine all those people out of work! City dumps and landfills would overflow as people clean out the crud and filth that has been piling up for years.

How many people would quit their jobs to become writers, actors, activists, or doctors? Just try to imagine the economic ramifications.

Vacation destinations would become simply masses of angry tourists as no one would be able to get through the throngs of people committed to seeing the sights they’ve always dreamed of yet always put off. Violence would surely erupt when people say to themselves “I’ve always wanted to stand up for myself, now is the time!” Standing up for yourself is great, but not when half a million people wanting to climb the Eiffel Tower decide that at the same time.

Imagine if Israel stopped procrastinating and said, “Dammit, nuke Iran.” The US would surely follow their lead and bomb North Korea. Many Muslim states would seek revenge on France for their stances against burkas, veils, and other symbols sacred to Islam. The only saving grace in that is that France would surely surrender at the first sign of violence.

Chaos would take over the world. Violence would become the norm, and people would surely die. Oh the horror. Oh the humanity.

As for me, I will plant my ass on the couch and wait for the next season of The Walking Dead. Until then, Survivor and the NHL Playoffs will have to do.

I will procrastinate. In fact, if I can find a way to put off procrastinating, I probably will. After all, when you think about it, just by procrastinating, I am, quite likely, saving the world!

I think I should cut the grass… tomorrow.

Last week I received one of the most satisfying e-mails of my life. Funny thing is, I have no idea who sent it. But this person was “a friend of a friend” with a non-specific email address, and had just read my first blog about my depression. They commented that the blog was “uninspiring” until they read the comment “I have had several people tell me that I am the funniest person they have ever met.” That got them to thinking. To sum up what they said, they were also thought of as funny, but they had began to realize that most of the jokes were a mask to cover up the pain. They went on to ask me the following, “How do you deal with it? You can go to doctors and shrinks, and you can read books, but does it help you? I feel great when I am talking to my doctor, but I live alone. When Im alone I feel like killing myself. Not really though but when I am alone, I’m miserable.

This blog is for that person.

How do I deal with it? Like you, my depression hurts most when I am alone. Do whatever you can to talk to someone, or be with someone. I think that the most important thing you can do is TALK ABOUT IT. If you can find someone you can talk to, you will be a lot better off. Find someone you trust and confide in them. Show them your pain, and be honest about it, not only with them, but with yourself as well. Talking about your feelings makes them tangible, and only when they become real can you begin to deal with them. When you are alone and feel like crap and can’t find someone to talk to (or don’t want to), go for a walk, go to a movie. Do whatever you can to activate the positive in your head, and get yourself distracted. Don’t blame yourself and don’t blame others. Depression is a mental illness, a disease. No one is to blame for it.

I’ve actually found that learning about depression is actually, and ironically, very depressing. After my first session with a counselor, I felt like crap! After reading articles about it, or watching programs about depression I just want to cry, literally. But you have to! You can and will take something out of it, and you will learn to use it. You have to find the strength to fight through that pain and, once you do, it becomes easier. If you give into it, you will be in trouble.

Find things in yourself you are proud of, and that you are good at. When you feel the agony of depression coming on, focus on your positive points.

I had someone tell me once that “depression is a choice”. I no longer associate with that person. It’s not that they are a bad person or that they are wrong, it’s simply a case that they are not going to help you, and they are going to bring you down. If you can avoid people like that, do so!

The truth is, I can’t help you in a blog. I may not even be able to help you at all. But I will talk to you. You can e-mail me any time, and see what happens. klj3@telus.net.

Just make sure you continue to seek medical advice. I’ve learned that ‘depression’ is often a sign of bi-polar disorder, and you can’t always treat that the same as you treat depression. In my case, medication has helped a lot. Have you tried that? Talk therapy? Life style changes?

I want you to know that your email touched me in a way you may never understand. For me, and big part of my depression is just feeling completely useless. Knowing that I made one person think, and ask for a tiny little bit of help has done more to cheer me up than any other single thing has been able to do. Thank you for that! You’ve probably helped me more than I’ve helped you!

Two elderly couples were enjoying friendly conversation when one of the men asked the other, “Fred, how was the memory clinic you went to last month?”
“Outstanding,” Fred replied. “They taught us all the latest psychological techniques – visualization, association – it made a huge difference for me.”
“That’s great! What was the name of the clinic?”
Fred went blank. He thought and thought, but couldn’t remember. Then a smile broke across his face and he asked, “What do you call that red flower with the long stem and thorns?”
“You mean a rose?”
“Yes, that’s it!” He turned to his wife. . .”Rose, what was the name of that clinic?”

Ask anyone who knows me well, and I kick butt at Jeopardy! I know A LOT of useless information, and although it rarely serves me any actual benefit, it sometimes makes me look rather intelligent. However, there are a lot of things that I simply do not understand. If you can answer any of these questions for me, please do!

Why is Kim Kardashian famous? For that matter, why is any Kardashian famous? Well, excluding that dad, but he is more infamous than famous.

Why are Jews so universally hated, historically? Seriously, I don’t know… and I don’t get it.

Why is it that the only time you pick your nose in public is the one time a good-looking woman (or man) is looking at you?

Why are so many people opposed to same-sex marriages? It doesn’t really affect you in any way, and the truth is that, even if they don’t marry that person, you still don’t stand a chance with them! And if you are opposed on religious grounds, does not the Bible say “Judge now let you be judged”? There is also something about those without sin throwing the first stones… love and let love, that’s what I believe.

When did yellow intersection lights begin to mean “speed up” and when did red mean “Go ahead, what’s the worst that can happen”?

Speaking of driving, why do automobile manufacturers even install signal lights any more?

Why so many shoes?

My wife was unable to rip the massive chunk of wax, cloth, and hair off her legs because there was a tiny little spider 2 meters away from her. Once the harmless spider was removed, she had no problem ripping hair out of places that God thought needed hair.

WiFi… no clue. But I’m glad it works.

Why do we laugh? No other creatures do it.

Why so many people are so consumed with Hollywood folk: who is dating/leaving who, what they wore to the Oscars, how much weight they lost, etc.

I honestly don’t get most art! When I see something like Munch’s The Scream, I think, “Natalie could do better”.

Rap.

Dylsexia  Dyssexlia Dyliasex Dislexya Never mind

Toronto Maple Leafs’ fans.

Oh, there are other things I don’t understand, but I write as I think, and this is all I could think of.

I also don’t understand why we spend so much time worrying about what everyone else is doing. You see so much anger in the world, and I truly think that if more people worried about being the best they can be instead of waiting for everyone else to improve to their moral level, the world would be a much happier place. A few months ago Natalie had a nasty spill on a Translink bus. The driver had to stop suddenly, and Natalie flew out of her seat and hit her head on the front wheel well cover. A guy sitting next to me got so mad; he was spewing venom about the driver, the bus company, and anything else that pissed him off in that moment. Instead, if he had stopped and expressed concerned for Natalie, or offered to help, the whole situation would have been a lot less tense. Why is it that for many, anger is our first response? If only these people could stop and ponder why they are so angry…

Am I wrong to hope for more happiness in the world, or is it too late?