There is something very odd about Sunday mornings during football season. I don't know why, but it always seems like the sun is shining a little better. My morning coffee tastes a little stronger. The birds chirping seems a little more like a tune. Everything just seems right. As I walk down the street people smile a little bigger and everyone is friendly. Tips of the cap. Waves of the hand. Even winks. From total strangers no less. It's a lovely thing. I always seem to have a little bounce to my step. And then I walk into a dimly lit bar, settle into a stool, sip a beer and yell and scream obscenities at my friends and the television for 11 hours. Something just not right about that.
Most people I know do not care about knowing the truth or facts, they only care about being the one who passes along information. I wonder if I could privately ask people why they use social media (honestly), what their reason would be. I don't think people without a sense of humor, realize how much fun the world can be. Even during the hard times. So many of us spend time thinking of mistakes and regrets, but if we really think about it, we've probably dodged more bullets than missed boats. You know when you sit by yourself reading, sipping some coffee or tea and you don't think about anything, but what you're doing? That!
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