Posts Tagged ‘war


come to think of it

The last thing the world needs is one more “there are two kinds of people in the world” sentiments.  However, there really are, and I am generally apt to provide the last thing someone needs on any given day.  Often these sentiments are offered as a comic device, sometimes they are insights into a oft repeated stupidity, and others yet simply serve to criticize.  My sentiment, is none of these.

There really are two, precisely, two kinds of people: those who think before they act, and those who act.

This sounds rather ‘der’, no?  As a generalized concept it is.  Specificity lends a new light, however, and yields a much funnier stupidity/normalcy to it.  Now, consider a new-hire at some company, any company.  Let’s say you work in one area and the new-hire is in another.  You will never have any reason to interact with this person but you hear that they are gorgeous so you go introduce yourself anyway.  You are in the latter category.  Someone who thinks first will at least know they’re being a tool before walking over to shake hands, or abort the mission entirely.

That example explains the worthless side of inconsiderate action.  Yet, as is the case with any point I would make, there is another side that is quite good.  People who act make things happen.  People who think first do not.  Some times it is better to think, but sometimes things just need to be done.

Recognizing the difference can be, to each type independently, impossible.

“The revolution is upon us!  Take up your arms and join the fight!”

-well… are we right?  If we are would we win?  Is this really the best solution?

See what I am getting at?  We need both.  I just have an easier time criticizing people who do not think.


the drunks strike again

A. and I had taken a short hiatus from playing Risk, one of our favorite pastimes.  Since the move we have played twice.  The first time we just gave up half way through with no clear winner.  The second time I won by concession.  I had a long day yesterday so the beer consumed while playing Risk not only made me drunk, but rather tired.  I went to bed, apparently unannounced, much to A.’s dismay.

When I awoke this morning it was raining, which was quite pleasant.  I laid in bed for another half hour enjoying the calm and cool.  Finally it was time to head to the shower.  I knew she had made lunches for us, so I figured there would be some dishes to do.  But…

When I passed into the kitchen I beheld every dish, spatula, pot and pan we owned piled Burton-esquely in the sink.  I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the floor looked a shade darker than normal.  Had there been an oregano fight?  Was A. secretly cleaning and packing weed whilst I slept?  In order to cross the kitchen to the bathroom I first needed to sweep the floor.  To my bare feet it felt like walking on mulched leaves.

I was, at this point, rather curious about what the result of this havoc would be.  It sits calling my name in the break-room fridge as I type.  I will add another post later after it has been critiqued.

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