If nice people don’t change the world, who does? What is the opposite of nice? Are the only people who can change the world jerks? (h/t to Joel Runyon at Blog of Impossible Things for bringing the topic of Nice to my mind this week!)

The funny thing about holiday traditions is that in the end they are rarely about things. Also, Wild Turkey may be good enough for Hunter S. Thompson, but it is a bourbon that I recently characterized as an “esophageal shanking”.

There’s a reason that Lucy only charged $.05 for her Psychiatric Booth.

For what she was charging, 83% of the world is dishing out for free.

The perfect storm that swirled in my brain suddenly flashed into a serene scene that was vividly clear: When your realizations are forced and you have to carefully consider your choices, those choices suddenly matter that much more.

I’m not actively shunning people or anything.

I am actively selecting people that I value (who value me back) to get a front row pass to the limited engagement of time I’ve allotted myself.

Stereotypes exist for a reason.

Yes, there are some frat boys who use their brotherhood for horribly illicit things.

They are not the norm.

As your brain scans through the files of newborn images cataloged up there you have already subconsciously landed on a baby that your immediate reaction was something to the effect of “Oh dear, that baby is ugly.”