Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Self-Assured Is A Dirty Word

I love that our society is so self obsessed to the point where we believe even our thoughts to be so clever that we just must put them out there for the world to read and revel in. And by love I mean I find it incredibly comforting that I'm not alone in my egotistical indulgences.

When I was little I was under the impression that as soon as my mom drove through a green light it immediately turned red, after all WE no longer needed it to be green so really, what's the point? Kids and their firm belief that the world revolves around solely themselves is endearing. Then we grow up and while we do become aware that there's a whole world of people with bigger problems and better ideas then our own, we still behave as if it's all about me. It's not quite as endearing, it is how ever entertaining. And really, what is this world here for if not to entertain me? In the words of Kurt Cobain, here we are now, entertain us.

I'm so glad I'm alive in the 21st century. I don't think I'm clever enough to have survived without cotton candy colored laptops and self sufficient coffee machines.

I swore up and down I'd never let my toddler get lost in the hypnotizing glare of a television. I know it's not a necessity, I COULD entertain my energizer bunny 24/7 with educational counting and shape games, physical activities, and an array of learning experiences. That was, after all, the plan. But one sleep deprived, sick from heavy caffeine intact, confused on a daily basis as to what exactly is going on year later and The Backyardigans are my new best friends. Olivia can get it, that pig is the shizzle. I know, I know, the electronic reliefs of today are stunting the intellectual possibilities for the geniuses of tomorrow (ie, my child). But I mean if you really want to analyze, we probably don't need to be as smart tomorrow anyway. We have google for that. Plus my kid is hella cute and in the end, isn't that what really matters?

I'm just kidding. He's brilliant as well, that is of course the only reason I allow him to watch tv. I know a little tv won't damage the brain of a true genius. Lucky boy takes after his mama. After all, his mama has a blog she's so smart.

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