Unreasonableness

It is not reasonable of me to spend hours sulking over not being the second or third favorite person of my own second or third favorite people, when at least I have the fantastic luck to have a first favorite person whose priorities are in much better order. Besides which, at least my second and third favorite people generally like me. I'm probably in their Top 25 or so. And I'm probably other people's second or third favorite people and I fail to rank those people as my own second or third favorites.

It is not reasonable of me to feel stupid just because my LJ friends list contains numerous geniuses who know vast amounts of world history whereas I'm one of those people who never took much notice of the rest of the world until September 11th when I decided that if people out there are trying to murder me just for being an American, I should at least bother to find out what it is that I'm going to be murdered for.

It is not reasonable of me to be severely irritated at myself for not doing various things, yet continue to not do them.

It is not reasonable of me to doubt whether I'm good enough for other people when really I still know that if I met a carbon copy of me, I'd find that copy to be way more than plenty good enough for me.

It is not reasonable of me to be so unhappy over so many small things when there are so many so much larger things I should be happy about.

I was ecstatically happy for most of Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, but considerably aggravated for most of Wednesday and Friday. It is not reasonable for tiny insignificant things to make such a difference.

It is not reasonable of me to be annoyed at my own lack of energy right now yet fail to go to bed and get some sleep.

I am going to sleep now.

California's "Three Strikes" Law

A Tale of Two California Shoplifters: one who stole $300 worth of videotapes from Kmart for his wife and children to watch, who has served seven years in prison for it already and is sentenced to 50 years total - compared to Winona Ryder, who stole $10,000 worth of clothes from Saks Fifth Avenue and got no jail time.

Incidentally, California has the most ridiculous "three strikes" law imaginable. Steal $1 worth of bubblegum on three separate occasions, and you could be in prison for the entire rest of your life. But will the U.S. Supreme Court overturn it? Of course not.

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In other news, my legs hurt an awful lot right now. They hurt because I bought myself a gift of leftist political magnetic poetry from Northern Sun which mysteriously failed to arrive with the shipment it was supposed to arrive in, but which did finally arrive yesterday after I wrote and complained, so yesterday I tried to put it on my freezer but quickly discovered that there was no room left on my freezer to add a new set . . . so on a whim I decided to transfer all words starting with the letters a through m down to the bottom of the refrigerator near the floor (I had to put them near the floor because the upper half of my refrigerator is reserved for the words "I love you" spelled out with magnets on my refrigerator by Jeremy on August 3rd), and leave the words starting with the letters m through z on my freezer. The words had already been separated out into these two alphabetical groups on left and right halves of my freezer on a previous whim, but transferring the left half down to near the floor required a lot of deep knee bends last night and my legs are rather angry at me about that today.

The next time someone asks me what exercise regimen I follow, I shall tell them that my exercise regimen is moving magnetic poetry around.