Qazse – thanks. That line was kind of the jumping off point for the poem – it only took me a few days to settle on a word (“introspectors”) that apparently doesn’t exist.

Sometimes I just can’t believe that we, as a society, get off on being so blind to our own mannerisms and faults. Even when those mannerisms are pointed out and obvious, we don’t counter by changing anything about ourselves, but rather by attacking the observers as traitors to our delusions. Odd. And sad.

I’m also sensing a bit of a Bible lesson, about plucking beams out of your own eye before whining about the splinter in someone else’s? I like that one (and this one).

Someone (famous, I think) once said that when you’re handed a gift, you are also handed a whip. The whip is for self-flagellation only.

I’ve always liked that. I find that I get lost most easily when I focus solely on improving people and things that aren’t me ;)

H

I was thinking about this one for weeks, which betrays how little I’ve accomplished in that time. But I wanted to reflect what I’ve been feeling about the conservative brand of political correctness that tries to shame anyone who attaches even a shred of self-awareness to U.S. foreign policy.

Oddly, though, I only started to feel comfortable with this one after I started thinking of how it applied to my personal dealings. Maybe that’s fitting.

Truer words my friend,
truer words.