I have a tendency towards procrastination. There's a lot I would like to get done but I find ways not to find the time. Easier projects get in the way; making coffee, laundry, movies that have been sitting on the "to be watched" pile for too long. Damn, I(more) think I might make some coffee right now. The fact that I got up at three thirty in the morning somehow entitles me to waste the extra time.
I check the internet. Hmm. Americans hating each other seems more prevalent than I remember, if I am to believe the thousands of video clips that glow and flicker before my battered eyeballs. It's an arrogant, comfortable hatred that frustrates my reason. All sides seem dug-in like WWI trenches, lobbing cans of mustard gas at each other on intervals, slowly choking on their own delirium. I'm not saying that one side isn't right or the other isn't terribly wrong but the level of hatred and it's attendant acceptance of hatred is astounding to me. Or maybe not. Maybe I'm supposed to accept hate and fear or nihilism or anarchy or call myself some political party's title. My views would fit more conveniently on You Tube if I did.
Personally I'm out of hatred for the "other", whoever that may be. Strange, after living with it all around me for so long I haven't learned it or embraced it, rather, I have less patience for hate than ever before. I turn off the shit on the internet and take the dog for a much deserved walk. She's been wondering what I'm doing up this early too. She favors the distraction of doing over sitting and watching any day of the week. Me too, I remind myself, but I have to remind myself. (less)