Me

I keep reading about how America has slipped just slightly from being the greatest country on earth, and how we are going to return to that status. I can't even begin to tell you how much I don't care. I don't understand nationalism. What does it matter if we're the greatest country or not? So long as we are sheltered, fed, watered and allowed to work as we choose? Who cares about the rest?

I remain firmly convinced that we are not in a recession. I think we are in a correction, and a pendulum adjustment. We overachieved for too long, and now we are beginning to function at a mean level. I don't really see a huge recovery or a precipitous collapse. I think we now are what we are - which might not be such a bad thing.

I think we've all lived at our own, and at other peoples' expense for too long.

A pastor I really respected resigned 6 weeks ago. I haven't been to church in 5 weeks as a result. I think I never actually understood the importance of a pastor before. We live in a world of replacements. Is it any wonder no one gives a damn anymore? The average duration of a pastor in a Baptist church is less than 2 years - which leaves lots of time for idiots in pulpits. How much of an impact does anyone expect to have in 104 days (2 x 52 Sundays)?

I think about myself too much, and too little. I think too highly of myself, and consequently, regard myself too little. I don't plan. I think I'm tough enough and smart enough to deal with whatever. I'm not.

I'm 24, going on 80, and I can't think of a single thing to do with my life. The only thing I can do is write - and I very much fear the old adage is true. Those who can do, do. Those who can't write. I have no idea what to attempt to do with myself, or what direction I'm headed.

I used to be able to write these long rambling blog posts about whatever I was currently thinking or feeling - even if I had done nothing for days at a time. I can't remember how I did it. I'm not that interesting.

I watched "The Boy in Striped Pyjamas" today - and it mostly left me confused. I don't understand the fascination with Holocaust films. Particularly this one. What was the point? To emphasize the pointlessness of it all?

I miss college a lot lately. Particularly now that facebook sucks. Mostly I just miss friendship and being involved in the day-to-day life of intelligent, open minded people. I never really respected that blessing and privilege enough.