S ~ S

Do I have a life? Did I have one? Will I ever have one? What do people mean when they tell someone to “Get a life?” How does one even converse with someone that has no life? . . . wouldn’t that make it absurd to even make such a remark to a person?

I know those kids mean, “Get your own life!” Then I ask, “How does someone steal another person’s life?” Identities get stolen, but how does one acquire another person’s life? Even if s/he took the life of another human being by murdering him or her, s/he can’t absorb the recent victim’s life to have it replace her or his own.

We can waste parts of our life by not utilizing our talents to serve our purpose here on earth. Take me for example. Surely I must be wasting a section of my life and yours (assuming you’re still reading this) here and now by writing what I am, especially when it’s an absolutely gorgeous day outdoors (cold, but with bright Finn colors—blue and white)? But how do you or I know that my purpose here on earth isn’t to use my talent for making people think?

Whose decision is it to tell me what to make people think about? It’s my decision when what other people do, because of their lack of thought, affects my life. It’s my duty to affect the lives of other people. We’re all doing it anyhow . . . some unconsciously, some consciously.

So, who would disagree with the logic that since everyone is having an effect upon others around them, everyone should increase their awareness of what effect they are having upon those others? If they don’t care, then that means we, who are being affected by the I Don’t Give A Crap About You Syndrome folks, need to make up for their deficiencies. Maybe that’s why I feel like people think I care too much about how other people think. Why do I think that? Because there must be some reason for people often telling me I analyze things too much. Those are the ones who aren’t analyzing things enough (especially their own self behavior and thoughts).