I've noticed that many people seem to be able to deny or remain unaware of the tragedy and sadness that is inherent in life. A million former cute little puppies and kittens are tossed and euthanized every few months? People are starving and living in fear and oppression in Gaza?... "how sad, I'd like a some chocolate cake and then go shopping." They seem to have a built in circuit that limits the depth of memory of significant events such as deceased family, friends, and pets. I'm not saying that I dwell in the past and so should they. I'm not saying look at me, I'm so deep. But I am, for good or bad. And I have a memory that just doesn't quit. But I think I'm actually thankful for my awareness of what goes on in the world and of my depth of feeling. I'm anything but morbid or emo however. There are times I do envy those people.
Hey look guys, Michael finally opened up Take note, it may not happen again.