Boxes are pretty great.
I mean, look at them:
Boxes are a great way to create distinctions between “this” and “that”. This is inside the box, that is outside. This is the problem I’m addressing right now, that is the one I’ll fix tomorrow. These are the feelings I’m ok with having right now, those are the ones I’ll look at… eh, maybe on spring cleaning day.
I super like my neat boxes, so it makes me uncomfortable when I can’t decide how to properly categorize things. It’s like having floating lines of Python scattered around a script–it’s not cool and shouldn’t be done it unless there’s a reeaaaally good reason.
Of course, that’s neither here nor there.
Ah, but back to what I was saying. Ambiguous situations are uncomfortable because they aren’t easy to deal with in 10 minutes. Topics like race debates and equal rights, terrorist plots and the poverty line are easy to put in the box of “That’s really sad, but I’m busy”. It’s a catch all box for the things I know I should care about but can’t because it’s difficult to decide how I feel about something as grey as “justice” or “peace”.
Haaah, that’s really not okay though. The “busy” excuse box is a cop-out, and it’s obvious. There’s a world outside my box, and I should care because I want my life to be a net positive to it.
Anyways, it’s late, and that is my rambling thought for the day.
p.s: This post has been tagged under “Life”. It was written in the wee hours of the morning and I’m feeling super philosophical, though I’m really really not. (I’m really not. :P) I talk in metaphors and don’t really have a train of thought, sorry!
p.p.s: boxes are great