January 23rd, 2011



So for a long time, we've been reading articles that people link to. It's a thing we do sometimes because we get bored easily. So someone comes along, says, "Here's a neat article!" and we read it. We usually don't comment on it, because comments require Thought, and we don't have a lot of that. At least not a lot to spare, anyway. (Excuses, excuses.)

But anyway, a lot of the articles that get linked to (aside from the cool interviews about Tangled and stuff, like this one) seem to be about the horrible atrocities going on in the world. Or maybe not so much about the, like, majorly huge atrocities as the little ones that are a sign of a dysfunctional society. The point is, there seems to be a lot of anger out there, and it makes us tired. (Also, ironically, it makes us angry. Not the stuff causing the anger, but the anger itself. (Not to say the anger is invalid, of course, but we get frustrated when people go about things the wrong way, and we've noticed from experience that being angry usually causes things to backfire.))

Finally, there was a link that put things in a slightly new perspective. It was a lot like this story called "Pockets Full of Rocks." I first read it a long, long time ago, and it's stuck with me, though I could probably stand to remember it more often. But it's basically a story about what can happen when you make too much of a point of remembering all the bad things that happen. It's a little silly, but I like it. Here's the tagline:

"It started when the boss yelled at him. From then on, things got kind of, well, rocky."

Today I'm thankful for cute little stories from The New Era, the honey cookies we had as treats in Sunday School today, getting to go to choir practice today, Page's morning snuggles, and remembering to finally eat our Wonka Bar last night (it really was scrumdiddlyumptious!).