…maybe i’m the weird one

i had a particular rough day at work yesterday. you can read about that in the post below this one… the rough day i had led me to want to take a long, relaxing drive home from the office. so, i made a great mix cd (that didn’t work), and headed out of the office.

as i was driving home, i was consumed with a variety of thoughts. i wondered why i felt the way i do about certain things… things like:

• what kind of idiots think it’s a good idea to film you and six of your girlfriends laying a brutal smackdown on another girl, a seven on one fight, to upload to youtube and myspace? oh, and the fight was over myspace…
• why do people complain about gas prices but drive like idiots?
• why is everyone in such a hurry?
• why do we as a country care so much about celebrity gossip?
• why does a family of three need a hummer to get groceries?
• why do people continue to buy things they cannot afford?

all these thoughts, soon led me to wonder why i’m different. why do i notice those things, and why do i care? am i totally pretentious for thinking i am different, and somewhat above all that? i don’t believe i am “enlightened” by any means, but do people realize they’re doing something silly when they’re doing it?

i sort of know the answer to that second question… because i am by no means perfect. i’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life, and i guess the answer is no; you don’t realize it’s stupid while you’re in the process of doing it.

i don’t know, just random thoughts in my head.