Chicken Poop for the Soul

I have nothing insightful or humorous to offer today, but my fan expects a post at least once every eight weeks. Who am I to disregard the desires of my fan?

I was silently bemoaning my shortcomings today. Bemoaning is probably the wrong word. Who am I kidding? Bemoaning is the wrong word. Contemplating is the right word. So, I was contemplating my shortcomings. Silently. It turns out that this sort of thing takes a while. It’s not the quality of contemplation, but rather the quantity of contemplation that causes it to be a lengthy process.

I realize this is more of a January thing. For some reason I am hitting the New Year's reflection early this time. As I stated previously, this doesn’t improve the quality of my self-evaluation. Therefore, being proactive is not helpful. Any blogger who writes otherwise is trying to sell you something.

Right now you may be thinking, “Would you at least start moving in the general direction of your point, or failing that, any point!” To you I say, “I didn’t expect anyone to read this far.”

The conclusion I came to… Perhaps that’s a bit strong. The word “conclusion” implies a lot more than the evidence can back up. It is more appropriate to say that something occurred to me. My shortcomings can’t be solved on a two-hour Christmas Special. A miniseries might not even do it. It’s hard to say really, I’ll contemplate that tomorrow. My point is relevant regardless of how that contemplation turns out though.

I am the sum of a few strands of genetic code and roughly three decades of environmental stimulus. After smoothing out the rough edges for that long the only problems I have left are deeply rooted character flaws. That is not to say that there isn't a great deal to work on. 'Cause there is. For what is left, neither the problems nor the resolutions would be heartwarming enough for a good Christmas Special. So, like Charlie Brown, my half hour special ends much like it began. No resolution, just a confrontation with a number of thought provoking issues and a solemn prayer that a Christmas Miracle will greet this weary world.