Wednesday, July 25, 2012

we don't have to agree on everything.

Remember that old song, that goes, "It's only you and me, and we just disagree..."?

Lately I have been reminded of it because there has just been so much happening in the world that people just flat out disagree on.

Sometimes more serious posts need not serious photos.
(thanks B.)
Let me be clear: you do not have to agree with everyone on everything. We don't have to agree on everything, and we can still be friends. Can you imagine how boring the world would be if everyone agreed on everything? I believe we would never evolve, grow, change if we all had the same opinion about everything all the time.

The thing is, even if we disagree, we shouldn't feel the need to get so mad about it. If someone doesn't like something you like (say, the Olympic Games), it's okay. They are free to like whatever they want, even if it's something you're totally not into like watching UFC. There's no reason to degrade someone because of his or her personal preference. It seems like a waste of energy to argue about such things.

We are better because of our differences.

And yet...

My example was kind of weak. Lately, everyone is all up in arms about how one business is anti-this and another company supports this. Mostly it's political and religious reasons that have everyone raging at everyone else. You know it, and I know it. We've seen it. We live it. It's all around us.

You and I don't have to agree on political or religious anything. Like I said, we are better for our differences. I can understand, you are different from me. It's cool! But somewhere along the line, it seems our society has gotten the idea that we all have to think the same thoughts about everything. Something like, if you don't agree with me, then forget you! It's my way or the highway! If you don't like it, you should just get the hell out.

Now, wait a minute.

Having an opinion doesn't automatically make you correct. Having a different opinion from someone else doesn't mean you should be told you should get out of the city/state/country. And whether you want to eat at Chick-fil-A doesn't impact me and whether or not I will eat there. I'm not going to give you my opinion one way or the other, but I can choose to support (or not) any business I want to, just like you. If I don't agree with something someone does, I don't have to support it. If I agree with what someone does, I will certainly back 'em up. But what I do doesn't make me a better or worse person if it's not what you would choose.

I guess it just makes me sad to see that by having a different outlook on life, someone could and would think that I am stupid and wrong. We all come from different backgrounds - our education, socioeconomic status, upbringing, choices, places we've lived, experiences we've had, belief systems, race, gender, sexual orientation, etc., all make us unique and part of a bigger picture. We all see the world differently, and we all function as part of the world in different ways. And it doesn't make you right or wrong or better or worse than anyone else.

We should embrace our differences. We should ask questions, and try to understand one another better. We don't have to agree, but maybe we should just be better listeners, and at least recognize that someone else has a different point of view than us, even if we don't like it very much. Most of the time (not all, but most) that different opinion or way of life someone has? Isn't going to hurt you, not one bit. Remember the golden rule? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you? If we treat others how we want to be treated, maybe we'd be able to rise above name-calling and insults and threats and live in a little happier place.

Note: I know that not everyone will agree with this post. For some, the idea that someone thinks and acts differently is blasphemes. I'm not saying you have to agree with me. But it's my blog, and I wanted to give you my opinion. So thanks for reading.

Monday, July 23, 2012

monday mash-up.

This post has no rhyme or reason. Hence the title, Monday Mash-up.

I can't embed this video, so I am going to just give you the link. But if you like Tom Hiddleston as much as I do, you should watch this. He explains how he is like Loki, the character he plays in "Thor" and "The Avengers." And it made me laugh out loud to myself last night. So watch it.

He's also quite handsome.

Mostly I am realizing that there are just so many great British things in existence. Which makes me all that much more excited to go there in about a month (or less than five weeks from now) for the 2012 Paralympic Games. I will hold off on saying that I want to live there until after I go. But I kind of already want to, just for a little while. I will let you decide if that is crazy or not.

This happened.

This band is not from England but they are from New York and Sam and I are having a dance party to it today. Feel free to join in, if you feel so inclined.

This article amuses me. I mean, I know I likely see the world differently than someone who is from the South (because I'm a Yankee)(and there's nothing wrong with being a Yankee or being from the South) but telling women they have four years to find a husband because:

That’s right ladies, four years to find a husband. Every true woman knows how vital it is to find the right brilliant babe to father their children and replenish their bank accounts. A Southern belle is nothing but a pretty face and pearls without a man to eat her cooking and appreciate her cleaning.

Oh my.

I got to spend my weekend with my friend Erin, who is my sorority sister and one of my greatest friends. She was out in Colorado for work and made a trip down to see me. We ate some good food (including fro-yo from Buttercup's - twice!) and visited Garden of the Gods and the Olympic Training Center. She said she can see why I live here, and why I have been here for four years.

I would love to be closer to my family and my friends; it's true. But right now it makes little sense to leave what is essentially the only job I ever dreamed about. I like being excited about my job and the experiences I get to have because of it. And I think there's this big world out there that needs to be explored, and I want to do that. So maybe after I feel like I have accomplished that, I will think more seriously about being closer to home.

But it's fun to see old friends, especially when they are the kind of friends who don't care if you act a little nuts sometimes. 

I thought running and I were going to get back on good terms but I was probably wrong considering I got awful shin splints last week... the same day I signed up for a 5k that takes place this Friday. It figures. So this week I am going to kind of avoid running. Until Friday anyway. And if I'm slow, oh well. At least somehow these shin splints were not so debilitating that I couldn't run. I just... couldn't walk very well after I was done.

The moral of the story is that I still need to get more interested in biking.

I get to see Florence and the Machine at Red Rocks Amphitheater on Wednesday! I have been waiting to hear Flo sing live for years, so I am excited. And that's not even a good word to describe it.

Speaking of other things I am excited about, I saw "The Dark Knight Rises" yesterday, and it was extraordinary. I won't give anything away, but if you have seen it and feel like talking about it, we can. I want to go see it again, actually. It was just... wonderful. We won't talk about how much I cried though. I don't really know why that happened.


I guess there's a lot of good and positive things happening, which maybe will make up for the sad and bad of recent weeks.

Monday, July 16, 2012

one art.

I can't think of anything else to say, but works of art by others often say it better than I could anyway.

One Art, by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.