Power of Spite

So I just completed Chapter 3 of Think Like a Freak(TLAF), and I feel like I did when I saw Mr. Vonnegut on the evening of November 6, 1998. Meh.

Nothing really new to enlighten my thinking, thus far.


Something about the finished chapter got me pondering why I think the way I do, and a lot has to do with a repulsion to be like other people in the carbon-copy sort of way. Being the younger brother to someone who many now might guess is my twin if we're not next to each other may be the root of my displeasure at not being viewed uniquely when someone has the absurd notion to forward me a joke or inspirational message along with everyone else in his/her address book.

I guess people avoid me because I lack a certain tact, but I do things if I have to, not akin to Pontius Pilate, mind you, or if I feel like doing something on my own accord. Conformity be damned unless I'm forced to do such without an out for my generalized laziness.

Effort equals time and other intangibles, and I assume all or nothing in my endeavors. My interests get priority, while others resolve themselves as time dictates.

Everyone is different in some way or another, so why pretend that one size fits all when addressing anything? Meh.

Stressfree living is probably the key to longevity. My oldest was born while I was 25, so being a grandfather at 50 and great grandfather at 75 seem reasonable projections.

TLAF seems to suggest that spite helps one accomplish the seemingly impossible, or at least I got that impression upon completing the third chapter.