This nosiness is well and good -- curiosity is healthy. But my curiosity can take me down a couple of dark paths:
- Path Number One: I find myself making judgments about what you're up to.
- Path Number Two: I start comparing myself to you.
I don't know which is the greater vice -- judging or comparing.
Judging: Seamlessly, I become my grandmother. Undoubtedly the inspiration for Statler and Waldorf, (aka "Old Men in Balcony during The Muppet Show") my grandmother was never at a loss for opinions. Opinions about everything: how you walked, talked, chewed, breathed, and were just like a horse's ass.
Comparing: This one is all me. To put it simply: I wonder why I must be blinded by the dazzling Heavenly light illuminating you. And why, if there's a God, He spat on and condemned me to a life of vapidity.
Perhaps I am a wee bit extreme? My desire, however, to steer clear of these two paths is sincere. I have spent more than enough time in my life watching what you're up to; it's time to put down the red pencil and binoculars and focus more intently on the work before me.
And that's a lot harder and scarier than dismissing you as a horse's ass.
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Judging: Seamlessly, I become my grandmother. Undoubtedly the inspiration for Statler and Waldorf, (aka "Old Men in Balcony during The Muppet Show") my grandmother was never at a loss for opinions. Opinions about everything: how you walked, talked, chewed, breathed, and were just like a horse's ass.
Comparing: This one is all me. To put it simply: I wonder why I must be blinded by the dazzling Heavenly light illuminating you. And why, if there's a God, He spat on and condemned me to a life of vapidity.
Perhaps I am a wee bit extreme? My desire, however, to steer clear of these two paths is sincere. I have spent more than enough time in my life watching what you're up to; it's time to put down the red pencil and binoculars and focus more intently on the work before me.
And that's a lot harder and scarier than dismissing you as a horse's ass.
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