Sitcoms

If the silent edge
Falls into the mournful dark
Jump with me then, dear?

I have a tendency to moralize.  Right|Wrong.  Oh no, I don't moralize for me; as with all great moralizers, I direct my best against other people.  I'm usually right, but in any given situation, I can come up with a standard "appropriate" answer.

It's kind of annoying, when you know someone who pontificates all the time.  I know friends like that.  Every conversation is combative because they have to be heard and they are always right.  And I'm the same way.

Candice has gone a long way to make me less so, but you can't turn back years of watching sitcoms.  It's where I get this habit from.  Every half hour, there's some message, some inane lesson to be had. 

1. Samantha, it's ok to express yourself
2. Theodore, money is valuable and hard work is good
3. Lion-O, leading means inspiring
4. Tim, helping your kids means spending time with them
5. Will, doing the right things is better than doing the cool things.

Etc. etc.

What a bunch of crap.  Sometimes the real world doesn't work that way.  Problems can't be neatly summed and solved within a half hour.  People don't process contradictions quickly – in fact, most, if not all of us live daily with contradictions, pretending that we completely adhere to our own whimsical moral codes.  We like to think we're not materialistic and that we care about ''what's inside more than out' but we gasp at the first sale or get giddy when we get new money, throwing at 'pretty things' and 'awesome must-haves'.  We don't care about image that much but we hate ourselves for our love handles and we can't help but be pricked whenever we pick up a glossy magazine.  We like to think happiness is all that matters but we kill ourselves to work days and nights and months, wallowing in our unhappiness.  We want our relationships to be based on the person but we go and focus on our faults, mirrored into them.

We cherish free spirits and then we go plan for the next 10 years of our lives.