December 13, 2001
've
about given up hope on the virtual community that was once so vibrant.
With so few people making daily/weekly or even monthly entries of any
significance, it seems as though the community is dying. I'll soldier
on though, not just for the reader's benefit, but for the release it gives
me. Even though I tend to censor (sometimes rather heavily) what I write
about, there is still a sense of release in posting every day, a easing
of some of the troubles in my soul. So, whether anyone reads this or not,
I'll keep posting. I refuse to become moribund! (wait... who made bundt
cakes? I'm hungry!) What I'll make a huge effort to do is not cajole others
any longer into making posts. Either they want to, or they don't, but
putting pressure on folks sure doesn't motivate them with any positive
energy. This is supposed to be fun, not a task that is dreaded.
I'm at a loss as to what to think about the situation between Israel and the Palestinians. What I do know is that both sides are acting, in my humble opinion, like the proverbial 4 year olds in the back of a car. "You hit me! I'm going to hit you back" With that constant attitude on both sides, it doesn't seem to leave any room for intelligent discussion about the issues that divide the two sides. Without any discussion, there will be no resolution. Of course, with the rudimentary knowledge I have of the situation, it seems like both sides aren't in the right, which is what lead me to the analogy of children fighting. I wish that there was some way of giving them peace long enough to work it out.
Of course, the arrest in Los Angeles of the head of the Jewish Defense League who has been indicted in a plot to blow up a mosque and the offices of a congressman indicate that we Americans aren't immune to stupidity, either. I can certainly feel for that phrase "Stop the world, I want to get off!" right now.
Started my Christmas shopping yesterday. Too much indecision on gifts, as usual. I really should be doing this in July. I guess it adds to the uncomfortableness I feel around this time of year. I know there are expectations, and I know that I'll have a hard time living up to them.