Happy Birthday Fred Pete! Congrats Tamara!

"You may have all day. I don't."

I guess it shouldn't but this does surprise me. I need to go watch that youtube video of the girls on the softball team carrying Sara Tucholsky around the bases [link] or the video of the Free Hugs guy.

I didn't realize how young we learn to be so mean until I worked with pre-schoolers. It is there very early in life. Then again, I've been around 80 year olds that took special pleasure in the pain they could cause.

I was with a group of people the other day who were sharing anti-semetic slur stories. That, this conversation, and a post I just read on LJ from a guy who got hassled walking on the Brooklyn Bridge with his boyfriend, remind me how lucky I am -- both in circumstance and in surroundings. I think the only time anyone's ever yelled anything at me was in high school when some guy called me and my mother (!!) lesbians!

I don't think there's any way to win. Some people just don't get boundaries. Some of the times I've been yelled at it's some twisted compliment--I'm a bitch because I won't sleep with the stranger in question.

People need to know when to shut up.

What bothers/interests me is that I cannot fathom why someone takes the time to do something like that or really feels that urge

Right? Sure, I've thought uncharitable things about other people -- I once saw a guy with a BAD fake tan who really did look orange, and to compound it, he was wearing only shorts, no shirt, no shoes, etc., so there was a lot of orange to go around. And I *did* say to The Boy, "He looks like a Cheeto," but I didn't say it *to* the guy. And I never would.

I can't pretend that I'm nice all the time. And maybe there *is* no difference between me and the person who yells out the car window at passers-by. But I know enough to not say unkind things to people, even if I can't help but to think them.

Unrelatedly: I wonder if it'd cure the migraines?

I just saw this on the news. I'm happy they found more gorillas. [link]

Especially since I'm not liking people much.

Unrelatedly: I wonder if it'd cure the migraines?

Can't hurt. Oh wait, I'm thinking yeah it could....

I can't pretend that I'm nice all the time. And maybe there *is* no difference between me and the person who yells out the car window at passers-by.

There is a difference. And you even said it:

But I know enough to not say unkind things to people, even if I can't help but to think them.

I think unkind/bitchy/catty/mean things aaaaaaaaall the time. Everyone does. But the important thing is not going up to people and saying the unkind thing you just thought about them.

ita, I saw an article the other day about new and emerging treatments for migraines. I didn't read it thoroughly, but I thought I'd pass on the link, if you want to give it to your doctor: [link]

I have just discovered I have a trepanning squick. I couldn't surf away from that page fast enough.