My Current Rant.

In this era of social media, where we all have our phones in our hands, it seems nothing is private. I have no real issue with this. I have always tried to maintain an open book policy for my life. However, my recent break up has showed me that what I thought should be a given, that my space and private life is mine, in the very small town I live in, isn't. It would seem that no place is more full of small minded gossipers than a small town. Hello people...we have the internet!! A gateway to knowledge of worldly things! Or other worldly things! Of amazing life elsewhere! Of Science! Of alternative energies! Of self help programs, yoga, religions, ancient artifacts, dreams, tarot, magic, astrology, recipes, cats etc. etc. the list is endless!!! As a self proclaimed explorer of all things interesting and philosophical I am still astounded by the need for people to make shit up when they do not know! Speculating about peoples private lives. I for one give not one fuck if the next door neighbor takes more than the usual interest in his goats as long as he is not harming them. If he smokes pot, if his adult female cousin visits too often, or male cousin...or whatever.  If it harm none do what you will. Unless there is clearly harm being done particularly in a criminal sense then it is their business NOT mine. I do not judge. Everyone has their shit. EVERYONE.
I care only about my own life and my backyard and what happens with it. I find those who spend time worrying about the lives of others have somehow misplaced their own. This makes me sad. Because it is a testament to the epidemic apathy that keeps folks from getting involved, from voting, from speaking up about important issues that affect our children's and grand-children's futures on this planet, from expanding their minds, from seeing what is really happening around them.  It makes me sad because it stifles and stunts growth of the mental kind. The kind of growth that allows us to rise above petty shit and truly live a full life. One of love and joy.  Of happiness that comes from within and is not easily swayed by the constant rollercoaster of external events. The kind of happiness that comes from living authentically and from being self aware. We only get one kick at the can, one life to live. ...I know I am going to do my best not to waste mine worrying about what people think of me and I am most certainly not going to waste it worrying about what other folks do in their daily lives. To sum up, my business is my business. I do what I do, I am what I am. How I chose to spend my time is up to me and I refuse to be subjected to the morals of those traditional type folks who think they know how others should live their lives. If your life is so fucking great what are you doing spending time speculating about mine or anyone else's?  Get living your own.