Justice

How are we today, non-existent reader? You are kind of like an imaginary friend. I can't see you but I always know you are there. Sitting in the dark, music on, maybe a haze of smoke drifting around your head. You are there. Reading about other people's lives. It's a human thing. We all like to read about other people. But blogs are interesting to me. They are the most sincere form of mental masturbation. We sit, think, and type deep thoughts that are supposed to have meaning as they are put down on the screen. They are profound. They are children that we send out into the digital world and hope that someone finds them. We hope they are found and they change the life of the reader. More often than not - they do not. They do get sent out into the world. Sometimes they are found. Then they are forgotten. They change nothing. Maybe that is fititng justice. We all think that we can change the world. This is delusional. Changing the world is relative. We can have an impact within out sphere of influence. But for the great majority of us our sphere does not encompass the earth. For a lot of us it doesn't extend beyond the tips of our fingers. Meaning that we can only change that which we touch. I do not believe that I can change the world with this writing. I do believe that I can change the people who read it. The mighty hurricane began with the beating of a buterfly's wings, right? That sounds a bit to optimistic for me. But we shall see.

I am tired this evening. I should not be tired. I have accomplished exactly nothing in the last two days. I did not get my job here in San Francisco - not that it was entirely unexpected. So now it looks like it might be time to evaluate my options elsewhere. I have turned down a couple of interviews from other airlines in the last couple of days. I am a little afraid that I am going to have to move to NYC to advance with my current employer. Not that moving to New York is bad...just a bit scary.