Cornelia and I must be in hive-mind mode–I wrote this post and then went and saw her (much better) post from Saturday (today, as I write this). I, however, am not sitting in a cottage in a ski resort–I can't even pretend to have something as cool as Cornelia. Instead, I am sitting at my desk, wondering if I sever my head from my shoulders so I could quit coughing, if I'd miss it much. (I'm thinking no.) [You know you sound really incredibly crappy when you talk to a complete stranger on the phone and the first thing they say to you is, "Ohmygod, you sound so terrible!" Why thank you, AT&T, I wasn't quite suicidal yet, but I appreciate the nudge.] [It is just a common cold. How in the hell our forefathers survived colds without Kleenex (the soft kind with Aloe) and vaporizers and hot toddies, I just do not understand. It is probably a good thing I didn't have to discover the new world or we'd all be happily ensconced in France or Scotland.][Of course, with enough of the whiskey part of the toddy, I mighta jumped on the first ship over and not given a damn.]
I digress. Anyway.
I believe that the only real benefit to cold medicine is that it makes you just fuzzy-headed enough to not be aware of how disgusting you really are when you're full of phlegm.
I believe that the worst curse word in any language is the word "stupid" — particularly when aimed at a child.
I believe it's easy and lazy to be a cynic.
I believe hope is a fine, fine thing, but it doesn't do a damned bit of good if I'm not willing to work for that which I hope.
I believe our society will be judged two hundred years from now on how well we took care of our children and elderly.
I believe the only way we'll be around to be judged two hundred years from now is to learn to take better care of our children and our elderly.
I believe the likelihood of my tripping and falling and making a complete fool out of myself is directly proportionate to how many people are standing there to witness it.
I believe the sole purpose of yearbooks is to warn you just how fashion-disastrous your kids are going to eventually be.
I believe the label "temporary storage unit" is a misnomer and a gateway drug for packrats the world over.
I believe if you've succeeded at everything that you've tried, then you haven't reached far enough yet and you're wasting time.
I believe that Americans often treat whining as an Olympic sport for the masses.
I believe no one's figured out everything, and anyone who tries to imply they have is either a really good actor or so full of crap, it's blocking their brain functions.
I believe Eleanor Roosevelt had it right: no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
I believe that not a single person who died yesterday was worried in their final moments about whether or not their hair looked nice or whether or not they wore the most stylish clothes or had the latest gadget.
I believe we are what we do. Period.
I believe that if we were as worked up over the institution of marriage as we'd like to claim, then there would be no murderers, pedophiles or rapists allowed to marry.
I believe one requirement for graduation from college should be a bad-paying menial job with a funny hat, particularly if one is going into politics.
I believe we often miss what's right in front of us because it's not what we think we should be looking for.
I believe teachers are on the front lines of a war and we're doing everyone a serious injustice if we don't better equip their armories.
I believe that people occasionally screw up even when they don't mean to, and if we love them, we see where their heart is and let it go.
I believe that there are about three people on the planet who look good in orange and that the fashion industry hates the average woman.
I believe anyone who says they don't have someone to love hasn't visited a nursing home, hospital or food bank lately.
I believe cops [all types] and firefighters put their lives on the line every day and are far far under-appreciated and under-paid.
I believe we're meant to laugh at ourselves, otherwise how do you explain mullets, poodle perms and shoulder pads?
I believe that laughing is sometimes the only thing that keeps us from crying over the fact that some of these people can vote.
I believe that when all is said and done and I'm gone, the love I gave will be the one thing that mattered.
I believe the statement "look Ma, no hands" is, 99% of the time, going to end up being uttered by a Darwin Award nominee.
I believe this is going to be a good year, in spite of the financial nightmare of the economy.
I believe you can tell a lot about a person by how fully they laugh.
I believe in listening.
How about you? What do you believe?