Sorry I havenāt posted enough to keep your time management system on scheduleā¦but Iāve been so busy contemplating the meaning of LIFE.
No, no. Not like why weāre alive and all that. I have that down well enough I think. No, I was talking about the cereal. Or, more importantly, the cereal commercials.
I mean, who offers someone cereal (like to Mikey) if they know they wonāt like it? Although, I supposed thatās not that different from when someone drinks a bad cup of coffee or something that goes, āEww! This is awful!ā then hands it over to the person next to them and says, āHere. Try it!ā
But what does that say about us as a collective people? Misery loves company? Or maybe each of us questions or our personal judgment. Maybe it isnāt the coffee (or the LIFE cereal) thatās bad, but somethingās wrong with our taste buds. Could be a sign of disease or something, and so out of deep-rooted fear, we invoke a third party to validate that we arenāt sick. Or worse, mentally ill.
And then, even if we are validatedā¦even if we somehow manage to convince someone else to foolishly sample the proclaimed awful confectionā¦we canāt just drop it. Why is that? We have to then go on in on in our validated belief of how bad it was. āCan you believe someone made the coffee this way? Itās like itās been sitting here for days, festering!ā
This suggests that there is something more going on. Not just a look for validation. But, maybe, camaraderie. Brotherly love. Mutual edification. (Although, this can lead to a tangential discussion about whether sharing in some form of misery really is the most logical way to edify someone!)
And this brings me back to the LIFE commercial. Mikey seems to be a bit of a loner. Donāt you think? Sitting there all alone just waiting for someone to feed him food? Is he neglected? And if Mikey hates everything, why does he eat the LIFE without hesitation? Perhaps he is suffering from malnutrition and abuse? That would explain his silence during the whole exchange. Wouldnāt that be a sign of lack of will? Being beat down his whole life into silent submission?
This leads to the whole moral implication, then, of using abused children in commercials about cereal.
So, as you see, there is still much thinking going on about this matter, which means I just canāt sacrifice any additional time posting here on these forums.
(Although here is a cute emoji for you. Which makes wonderā¦when, exactly, does one NEED a Mermaid emoji, really?)
You guys donāt post nearly enough new material. I mean, Iāve only been able to while away the last hour. Or two. Iām going to have to start actually thinking about whether we should do ROL vs. HEA a second time 
, or whether to squeeze in an extra night-time park visit 
, or if the DP is really worth it 
. Sigh. If only you guys werenāt such slackers, Iād have more posts to read and I wouldnāt have to actually make decisions.
Wait! Laundry! I totally need to do laundry. I guess those trip plans will just have to wait.
As someone whose body refuses to sleep in (hello time change!), I quite agree.
