2012-06-03 - 8:19 p.m.
It's called Twitter, folks, but honestly...if you spend two seconds thinking about a concept and you realize that you would phrase it exactly the same way if your head had been cut off at birth, it's probably a meaningless piece of feel-good crap.
Like this one, retweeted from a diet blog:
Don't think about what you can't eat. Focus on what you can eat more of: fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and protein.
To which, if you've been alive for more than ten minutes, the only response can be:
Don't think of pink elephants.
"I think the reward for conformity is that everyone likes you except for yourself."
Gosh, I thought there were 6 billion people in the world who conformed, and I guarantee it, nobody likes them except maybe sometimes their mother. I'm tempted to reply:
If you really knew how to have everyone like you (except yourself), it would be worth it.
Well, you expect no better from bullshit diet, exercise, and lifestyle blogs, and the price of following a friend who is changing his life is that sometimes you get said friend's inspirational retweets. No amount of pointing out that you find "inspiration" depressing is going to be helpful. You just have to skim past. But sometimes you get a little round of absurdity and low-level nonsense from a blogger you actually respect.
Two in one day from a guy I actually like, who is traveling the world to see every country in his lifetime, even the ones not really worth the trouble. He has made it into a sport and he's racking up the score at any cost to himself. I can admire that. However, I have a fairly negative reaction to posts like this:
When you get brain surgery, you want to go to a great brain surgeon, not just a mediocre one.
To which Peachfront is tempted to point out:
Want whatever you want, you're going to the brain surgeon your insurance company says.
The other post was a link to an article called, How to Travel Outside Your Comfort Zone. It proved to be exactly as silly as it sounds. If someone has to be told to travel solo, to get lost, to visit a country where they don't speak the language, to take walks, then that person is hopeless and helpless anyway. But, seriously? You have to tell someone to get lost in a dicey neighborhood? Doesn't that kind of thing happen just as a matter of course? Isn't it kind of fake to deliberately get lost?
In any event, if wandering off and getting lost really made you a better person -- the article actually states that it might -- then Peachfront, as the world's only solo dyslexic middle-aged female traveler, would be the Buddha by now. I assure you that traveling solo, getting lost, taking walks, etcetera, does not make you a better person. If you want to be a better person, stay home and try to communicate with somebody who might actually understand what you're saying. Now that's getting out of your comfort zone and I, for one, suggest you take such an action strictly at your own risk!
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