Things that should bother me, but don’t.

We all have pet peeves.  Those  little annoyances that get under your skin.  Or maybe there are big things that you worry about, but you really aren’t in a position to change.  I was thinking about this recently, and I thought of a few things that should bother me, but don’t.

It should bother me that I am losing my hair.  There are so many things out there to halt this process or cover it up.  Rogaine.  Propecia.  Remember spray-on hair?  How about the stuff that you shake on your head?  If you would have talked to me 15 years ago I would have been singing a different tune.  Maybe it was because, in my early twenties, I was too worried about looking “old”.  I dunno.  But I remember complaining about it, and one of the girls that I was talking to told me that bald is beautiful.  I have pretty much embraced it since then.  I cut my hair very short, sometimes shaving it completely.  Now I just wish the rest of it would fall out so I wouldn’t have to worry about any upkeep.

Lovely Wife is terrible about waiting in lines.  We can pace back and forth at the grocery store, scanning people’s carts for whoever has the smallest load.  I tell her to just pick a line and commit.  Waiting in line just doesn’t bother me.  When I think about all the times in our lives spent waiting–waiting in traffic, waiting on the phone, waiting for someone to show up at your house–waiting in a line seems insignificant.  If you are alone, it gives you a little time, no matter how short, to just block out the rest of the world.  If you are with somebody, it is a short snippet of time where you can chat.  Maybe you can even turn it into quality time.  I probably wouldn’t talk about anything too important, though.  People like to eavesdrop.  I know I do.  Especially if I am standing in line with nothing else to do.

It doesn’t really bother me if people choose not to vote.  Hear me out on this one.  I think people should vote.  But abstaining from voting can be a vote in itself.  Maybe you don’t know enough about the candidates or issues to make an informed decision.  Maybe you do know enough, but just can’t pull the lever for any particular person without bile rising up in your throat.  Maybe you really don’t have the time.  Whatever the reason, I believe in your fundamental right not to vote.  As an American, I think that about the men and women that have stood up for my liberties.  One of those liberties it to do whatever the heck I want to on election day.  Have you ever looked at the election results of a country with some tin horn despot where the s.o.b. gets 100% of the vote?  What a sham.  Furthermore there are other ways to be a conscientious citizen.  Serve in the military–or don’t serve, because you disagree with our policies.  Volunteer your time.  Give money to charities, causes, or candidates.  Go to a city council meeting.  Write a letter to the editor of your local newspaper.  Write a letter to whomever is representing you in Congress or Parliament, or whatever your representative body is.  Demonstrate.  Talk to other people about the things that matter to you.  Boycott an establishment that is doing something that is really rubbing you the wrong way.  Patronize one that is doing things right.  I think you should vote.  But if you don’t, it doesn’t bother me if you complain.  Go ahead.  It’s your right.

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2 responses to “Things that should bother me, but don’t.

  1. I agree completely about voting. “Rock the Vote” is the single most asinine campaign ever launched. The idea that a bunch of 18-year-olds who still live at home with their parents and depend on them to pay their car payments and put gas in their cars should vote because it’s their “right” is ridiculous. Thank God it’s not a very successful campaign. Sorry about the rant, but uninformed voting does more harm than good.

  2. I also think that trying to engage the disengaged is what has led to soundbyte and catchphrase politics of which all sides are guilty.

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