Friday, June 01, 2007

PHILOSOPHY. . . is the talk on a cereal box

First off, I hate John Tesh. Not as a person, of course, but everytime I come across his voice on the radio, spouting "Intelligence for your life" I immediately gag and switch the station. Except for last night. Last night, I was a bit groggy or flaky or something, just not attending to the radio so much and wound up listening to Tesh by default on my way home from work. And he was reading this letter from a super grateful fan who was crediting him with inspiring her and changing her life. And I was like ...WOW. Is that a sign of my being JADED? Obviously there are people out there--I suspect lots--enlightened & inspired by this dude... maybe it's a testament to a deep cynicism in me that I dismiss his "intelligence for your life" as trite treacle.

What do YOU think? Is this the blog of a seriously jaded person? I mean, you'd think I'd be the authority on yours truly, but then again, perhaps not. Certainly I have a good insight on who I am, but I don't know that mine is the definitive opinion on the issue...

So I was pondering my own cynicism levels, and deeper questions of self-perception vs actual character as I walked from my car in to my apartment. Suddenly I shook myself out of this reverie and found that I was standing in front of the locked door to my abode, keys in hand, and pushing the "UNLOCK" button on my car keychain. Yeah..pointed at my house door. Pressing the button repeatedly. I certainly do think one needs to be introspective and soul-searching & etcetera, but after a point, it seems it hinders one's ability to function. At least in my case anyways. Me and Hamlet.

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