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600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 8,900 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 15 years to get that many views.
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I’m beginning to get a bit annoyed at people presenting ‘It’s wrong’ as a valid argument or reason not to do something. I could cope with ‘It’s illegal,’ or ‘It goes against my moral code.’ But saying ‘wrong’ is just wrong!
Morals, ideas of right and wrong, are subjective. We tend to take our ethics from the people around us: family, school, church, wider society. We do not all have the same beliefs about what constitutes acceptable behaviour.
Sometimes when I say this, people think I am trying to excuse certain behaviour, sympathising with a perpetrator of a crime or questionable act. That is not the case at all. I do have my ideas of wrong and right, and they are generally in line with the majority: one shouldn’t steal, lie, kill, and so on. But I do not think it is a bad thing to acknowledge that different people feel differently. I don’t have to like it, or agree with it, but I’ve got to admit it.
Evelyn’s vocalisations are becoming increasingly complex. She still doesn’t make any sense, but she sounds like she should! She just said to me something that sounded like ‘Boyd Attaway!’ and I was like, ‘Ok, who’s that?’ She replied, ‘Feed the boy!’ Long babble-sentences are becoming very common.
Nonsense babble, of course, but she can say a couple of words reasonably clearly. She was saying ‘cat’ a lot yesterday, because we were in a house with one. She also managed ‘bus’ a few times, as they passed us. She is currently playing with the buttons on my pyjama top, going ‘Bwa-bay! Bwaaaaa-boo!’, which I’m going to interpret as attempts at ‘button’.
She’s also using body language more effectively. For quite some time she’s been shaking her head emphatically to indicate ‘no’, and she’s recently started nodding for ‘yes’ as well. She will also grab my hands and put them where she wants them; she’s been trying to pull them off the keyboard and put them into a hug around her while I’m typing this!
One way and another, she is very adept at communicating; there is rarely any doubt as to what she wants!
I am, for the purposes of this post, going to separate all thought processes and knowlege into two groups: empirical, and emotional.
I do my best, always, to act empirically. I try to behave in a logical, rational way, and to explain things in those terms. Obviously there are times when I am overcome by emotion. That’s ok, I’m happy to accept that, I am human and we have emotions for a reason. I have no desire to be inhuman, subhuman, or superhuman. I just like to think about things.
But I often feel very alone. I see a great deal of evidence that a great deal of people think and behave emotionally a great deal of the time. It means that in any discussion, I present logic against illogic, and the weight of numbers is against me.
It’s quite depressing – there, you see, emotion. It does bother me. Not only that people don’t seem to be thinking, but also the certain knowledge that even close friends sometimes fail to understand me. It’s isolating, and I sometimes wish I could turn it off. But that is just how I work.
One of my huge paranoias is finding a spider on the back of the toilet door. By the time you know it is there, you’re already half naked in an enclosed space, and then you have to get closer to it again to leave the room.
This dreaded event finally happened to me last night. Fortunately it was only a daddy long legs, which I find relatively bearable. But it was still not a pleasant experience.
Since I first met Aidan and started visiting his parents, they’d had a particular clock hanging in their kitchen. This clock, pictured, with the dial set against a photo of a tree and a sunset. Now, I don’t know about you, but to me, that tree always looked like a wolf. A spooky, scary wolf. It is a Spooky Clock.
So, a few months ago, I gave them a new one. Actually an old one of mine that I didn’t need. It’s nice and plain, just a round black clock with simple white numbers. A Normal Clock.
Tonight, I was looking at the Normal Clock, hanging in the kitchen in place of Spooky Clock. I remarked casually, ‘It’s nice to be able to check the time without getting freaked out.’
The instant I had completed my grateful utterance, the nice comforting Normal Clock launched itself off the wall towards me, landing on the bench below. I kid you not. I am now more freaked out by the Normal Clock than I ever was by the Spooky Clock!
Yesterday was the solstice, the longest day of the year here in Australia. It was a gorgeous day, sunny without being too hot, perfect for our annual solstice barbecue! Being the longest day, it seems fitting that our barbecue be the longest event of the year; people started arriving at 1pm and the last left around 1am! It was a really nice day/night/morning, I had a great time and I think everyone else did too.
My only regret is that more people couldn’t make it. Several people I had expected to be there were unable to attend. So now I’ve got a fridge full of sausages that didn’t get eaten; guess what I’ll be having for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for quite a while?!