Pick A Side

Pick a side

Lately, I’ve realized it’s become a problem—not that I have an opinion, no—but that I choose a side at all.

It isn’t popular to chose sides nowadays, did you know that?



Tipping my hat to the recent time change that still has us all confused beyond belief, I want to talk about time.

Time hasn’t been my friend lately, and I’m not speaking to it right now.

I wonder. Do we ever really have enough time? That’s like saying “enough sleep,” or “enough dessert,” or “enough underwear.”

I get annoyed because it seems that I can never catch up. As you know, someone keeps trashing my room, so if I ever get everything else done, there’s still my bedroom to tidy up and vacuum.

It has occurred to me that I can create more hours in a day by waking up early, but for the sake of argument, let us snort obnoxiously at this thought and ignore that absurd possibility.

Life’s [Boxes]

I wonder what comes to people’s minds when they hear the word “boxes.” Take out box? Moving box? Jack in the box? A refrigerator?

A lot of different things come to my mind, but there’s one in particular that’s been bugging me lately.

It doesn’t really have a name. I suppose we should give it one (although it’s such an annoying box, I want to be mean and not name it).

It’s the box of [Hey Little Kid What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?] and [What’s Your Favorite Subject In School Because That Will Determine Your Future].

The box of [Expectations]? Let’s call it the box of [Future].