I read this article on Facebook about Nick Offerman’s response to the question of men crying, and it nearly brought me to tears. Why? Because it’s nice when a famous man who is often seen as a “man’s man” comes out and just throws a monkey wrench in machismo.
It got me to thinking about the things that move me to tears. There was the last scene in the original Independence Day. The thought of an advanced species coming all the way to earth in spaceships that were larger than most cities losing to humans who can barely avoid an accidental nuclear war stirred something in me that I couldn’t deny, and I had to shed those tears.
I haven’t heard from you in a while. In fact, it has been so long, I get the impression you’re avoiding me.
I thought we were close. I thought we had an understanding. That was the whole reason I showed up: so I could understand. But you took my reaching out to you and slapped away my hand, and I just don’t understand why.
In a perfect world, I’d see the end of all religion. Every last one of them.
We do not live in a perfect world, though, as evidenced by the presidency of Donald Trump, the backwards nature of the United States, and the continued popularity of Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Quick aside on that last bit: I’m currently awaiting a Star Trek movie involving the Kardashians as this interstellar species bent on the destruction of the United Federation of Planets. The nerds among you will see where I’m going with this…