I say things like, “Why do these damned (fill in the blank) want to control people’s LIVES?”
And then I say things like, “There oughtta be a law…”
I love to piss and moan about other employees fucking off, yet here I am, at work, fucking off…
I like to complain about careless drivers. But my driving history shows that I’m not a particularly good driver, myself.
I am very adamant about never stealing, but sometimes I sneak a peppermint. You’ll never catch me, sucker!
I see the need for a military, but I would never recommend joining the military, to anybody.
They need to order up a clone army I guess.
I hate the way the paparazzi operate but then I break down and buy the magazines that fund them. And why do I know the names of stars’ pets and children? :rolleyes: :smack:
I remember what George Carlin said about other drivers:
“You ever notice that people driving slower than you are idiots and that people driving faster than you are maniacs?”
When driving I hate when I get passed on the right side, but I’m guilty of it more often than I’d like to admit.
I don’t quite understand that either. I suspect this might be another hypocrisy of mine - I don’t think I go out of my way to read magazines or watch tv that focuses on celebrities, but I know everything about them, too. I don’t suppose I’m getting that information by osmosis. Maybe it’s like country music. I hate country music, and try to avoid listening to it, but somehow I know most of the songs when forced to listen to it.
Nothing. When I recognize that I’m being hypocritical about something, I modify my behavior(either changing how I act, or what I say) so that I am no longer hypocritical about it.
My belief that the US government should do nothing that is not explicitly assigned to it by the Constitution, and my support for the space program.
And I don’t even like Tang.
Regards,
Shodan
I think it is a form of mental osmosis. YOU’re not reading or watching the shows, but either the shows are on in the background somewhere, or you’re seeing the covers of the magazines at the doctor’s, or you overhear conversations…that’s how I pick most of it up. I know all about Paris, too, but not because I actually give a crap.