With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
I enjoy paying taxes. With them I buy civilization.
2002-08-21 - 12:11 a.m.
Not much excitement since my last update. Work went pretty smoothly today. The weather was much more comfortable. That makes it much easier. I recruited a woman with the same name as the girl I had my first date with. I should have used that as an opening to ask her out. I don’t do things like that though.
The job gives me a lot of time to think and I actually thought of something to write about today. My good points and bad points, as I perceive them. A caveat before I begin. If you disagree with my virtues or agree with my faults I don’t really want to hear that. (Make note to include not taking criticism well as a fault.)
I’m intelligent. I’ve said that before, it’s the thing I’m most confident about.
I’m charming. I’m not nearly as certain about that. Maybe I’m deluding myself but I pull of charming people when I get them to register for focus groups with me.
I’m funny. I don’t mean funny looking either. Now this is a notion I like to reinforce. If you laugh at my jokes you earn major points with me. I figure if I only talk to people who like my jokes that makes me funny.
I’m loyal. Of course so is a cocker spaniel.
I have good reflexes and manual dexterity. I know I’m a klutz but I’m good with my hands. People are always surprised when they see me handle a deck of cards.
I have good taste in music, film, literature ( Jurgen not withstanding), and friends.
I’m out going. I deal with my shyness by fighting it head on.
I’m a good writer in terms of ideas and use of words.
I’m lazy. Not a little lazy a lot lazy.
For reasons I can’t explain I can’t get myself to do some things no matter how important they are. For example I am bad at getting checks out in time. This is my biggest problem.
I’m a terrible athlete. I’m super slow and not very strong. The only things I am good at are things that require reflexes and eye hand coordination.
I have no musical talent. I love music but I can’t sing or play an instrument. I’ve had plenty of training on instruments too.
I’m clingy. I stick as tight to people as Jian’s shirts.
I have no idea how to use commas.
I start to many sentences with “I.”
I almost forgot. I don’t take criticism well.
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Email me: GordonLew at gmail
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