And Let There Be Peace


Another year, another Bloggers for Peace challenge. Here we go ’round the world again, spreading peace and cookies. At least, I was promised there would be cookies. I still haven’t had any cookies.

This month, Kozo wants us to come up with a peace mantra of sorts: What one thought will you focus on this year to bring more peace?

This is a tough one. I don’t really have any mantras, mostly because I can never remember them and I never find they work all that well (perhaps because I can never remember them). If I had a motto, it would probably be “eh,” possibly “meh” or maybe “more cookies.”


I think it’s best if I use someone else’s words besides my own (see above), since so many amazing people have said it better than I could. There are a billion awesome quotes about peace out there.

Initially, I thought of personal heroes, like Martin Luther King Jr. or Nelson Mandela, but I’d like to choose a simple statement that I could wake up and see, like a metaphorical sticky note on my mirror. Something that could not only make everyone else think differently about peace, but make me think differently as well.

Without further ado, I present my quote for peace in 2014:


This post is part of Bloggers For Peace.
More B4Peace posts:
B4Peace: Keep saying it and it will come true – Electronic Bag Lady
Start with one – VernetteOutLoud
January Peace Post – bodhisattvaintraining

December Peace Party


Crappety crap crap crap. It’s over halfway through Decembar and I haven’t done my Bloggers for Peace post yet. I nearly almost forgot. So, what is it?

Plan a party that will ripple peace to the world.

Crappety crap crap crap. I’m not good at parties. I don’t like attending them and I don’t like throwing them. I will come to your party, find some alcohol and a place to chain smoke while making fun of all your guests. Then, I’ll leave without saying goodbye to anyone. The next day, you’ll come over to my house and say, “Where did you disappear to? One second you were there, and the next, you were gone.” I know this because those were the exact words a friend of mine said on Sunday morning after Saturday night’s party. I’m like a bad party ninja.

Party planning. Shudder. Alright fine. Let’s plan a party for the world.

1. Invitations. Everyone is invited to my party. I do mean everyone. It doesn’t matter where you live, what ethnicity, religion, sexual orientation or race you are. My party will take place everywhere including the internet. Everyone is invited and there will be no squabbling. If you are involved in a kerfuffle, you will be escorted to an area where you can settle your differences diplomatically.

Since there are bound to be clashes, we will have a get to know you type of thing. Everyone will be assigned a random party buddy so no one has to come alone or feel like a wallflower. Your job is to get to know your party buddy. If they happen to be your enemy, you will set that aside. The aim is to have a good time, not settle political differences. Your party buddy is your friend for the night. Tomorrow, you can go back to killing each other.

Unfortunately, some people will have to work on the night of the party. If your job is one of those imperative jobs where you don’t get holidays off, like emergency services or bartender for my party, you get to pick a day off at some other time of your choosing. All you have to say to your employer is “party night” and you get 24-hours off no questions asked.

2. Booze. I have social anxiety and the only way I can really get through a party is with at least one drink. It’s a requirement unless you want me to hide in a corner, chain-smoking and glowering. So, everyone can have one drink with a maximum of five. Tipsy is okay at my party; drunk is not. If you are drunk, you will be excused for a little while to a sober up area. My bartenders are the arbiters of drunkenness. If they think you are too intoxicated, they will serve you placebo drinks for the remainder of the evening.

3. Music. So as not to exclude anyone, we’ll be playing the biggest dance hits from around the world in every decade from the 1920s up, heavy on the big band and swing music, because I don’t care who you are, you can’t hate big band music. If you’re under 70 years old, you might groan about it, but I don’t care. Learn to dance like your grandparents. They knew how to do it right:

4. Food. What would a party be without food? This party will be a pot luck because I want to try all of your food. I ask, not require, but ask that you bring one item of food that best represents your city, region or country. If you live in the American south, bring sweet potato pie or something. If you’re from Boston, bring clam chowder, etc. I would like to try one bite of food that best represents every city on earth. Please make sure that dishes are clearly labeled with an ingredients list. We don’t want any anaphylactic allergy reactions.

5. The big event. At midnight in every time zone, if you became separated, you will find your party buddy. We’ll hand out champagne or sparkling cider and everyone will count down like it’s the New Year, even if it isn’t. At the stroke of twelve, we’ll be celebrating a new openness in the world. Hopefully, by the end of the evening, you will have made at least one new friend from a different culture. You will have tried some food from a part of the world that you might not have tried otherwise. You will realize that maybe we’re not so different after all and this enemy business is kind of silly.

A Lesson In Peace


“Settle down, class. Today, we’re going to go over the chapter in history on the 21st century. Did any of you read it before class today?”

“Yes, ma’am. I didn’t understand it at all.”

“We’ll go over it together and answer questions afterward, alright? OK, class, we’re going to start with the dawn of the internet age in the late 20th century. History builds on itself, so you can’t just study one part without understanding everything that led up to it.

Humans have a brutal and bloody history. For centuries, we fought over land, religion, skin color, gender and any other thing that divided us. There were two great world wars that killed countless people. There were conflicts all over the world all the time. People were constantly hurting each other in the name of what they believed and everyone thought their side was right.

The internet made it possible for all people to instantly connect with everyone else, no matter where they were. You would think that this connection would bring us all together, but in the end, it just made it easier for most people to see and point out our differences. People hid behind anonymous avatars and threw insults at each other.

There were no great world wars anymore; the wars were smaller and more targeted. People built improvised explosive devices and blew up innocent civilians. “Friendly fire,” a term meaning that a soldier was injured by allies, became common. Nobody knew who the enemy was. Humans declared war on nouns like “terror.”

Meanwhile, the planet was decaying around us. People were constantly distracted and they stopped caring about the world as a whole. They only saw themselves and those around them. They only saw the differences. We were on the verge of self-annihilation. Self-annihilation means to destroy oneself.

It would take an external threat to bring all humans together. In 2036, astronomers discovered a previously unknown comet, about the size of Texas, heading straight for earth. We only had about ten years before it reached us. There was a lot of arguing over what to do. Some thought that we should try to change its course. Some thought we should blast it from the sky. Still others said we should do nothing, that it was our destiny.

For years, there were many conflicts over the asteroid. Eventually, humans from all countries on earth realized that, if we didn’t do anything about the asteroid, the whole planet would suffer. The United Nations assembled a group of scientists to come up with a solution. It worked. The earth was saved at the last minute, but we just as easily could have been destroyed.

Potential destruction is what brought us all together. The united governments of earth became a driving power for peace. They worked together to settle all of our differences. All those who were still at war were forced to stop. For the last 100 years, there hasn’t been a single war on earth.

Eventually, even borders became meaningless. We are no longer American, British or Afghan; we are all inhabitants of earth. The planet is the largest democracy to ever have existed. We all have an equal say in what happens to our planet. Everyone gets a vote, and while there are still disagreements, they never end in war anymore. Any questions?”

This Song Goes Out To You


Halfway through August and I haven’t done my monthly Blogger’s For Peace challenge yet. Tsk tsk. I have an excuse though! I’ve actually been working on this for a while, trying to get it right.

This month, We are to invoke the power of music.

My favorite inanimate thing on earth is music. One could argue that music is anything but inanimate. It stirs the soul, it makes you feel, it makes you think. Music has the power to bring us together by involuntarily triggering emotions on a visceral level. It is humanity’s culture, values and emotions wrapped up in a tidy auditory package. It is our oral heritage.

Music can change my mood. It can lift me up when I’m feeling down. It can make me feel not quite so alone. It can inspire me. And, really, what’s the most peaceful emotion that humans have? If you said stabbing someone with an icepick, you’re wrong and should probably seek help. The correct answer is love.

Some of you are groaning now, but love isn’t just about making out with tongues. It is a universal emotion felt not just by humans. We can feel it towards anything: our kids, pets, friends, hobbies, the color blue, art, words, songs, chocolate and even our planet. Love is the common bond that living things share. We all love something, even if it’s only stabbing with an icepick.

The art of the mixtape has been lost with digital technology. We don’t think about putting a few songs that speak volumes together anymore. That’s a shame. So, this month, I’ve decided to put together a mixtape of the songs that express all sorts of love, except the goopy kind. This mixtape is a love letter to my faithful readers. It’s my way of saying thanks for being here. Enjoy.

Flaming Lips – Do You Realize?

“Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize we’re floating in space?
Do you realize that happiness makes you cry?
Do you realize that everyone you know someday will die?

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn’t go down
It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round”

(A little dismal perhaps, but a valid message nonetheless.)

Flogging Molly – If I Ever Leave This World Alive

“If I ever leave this world alive
I’ll thank for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I’ll come back down and sit beside your feet tonight
Wherever I am, you’ll always be more than just a memory

If I ever leave this world alive
I’ll take on all the sadness that I left behind
If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word, don’t shed a tear
I’ll be here when it all gets weird

So when in doubt, just call my name
Just before you go insane”

(I’ll definitely be here when it all gets weird.)

Edith Piaf – Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

As I mentioned yesterday, I’m a stupid American who doesn’t speak French so I had to translate into English.

“No, I regret nothing
Not the good things that have been done to me
Nor the bad things, to me these are the same
It’s paid for, removed, forgotten
I don’t care about the past
With my memories I lit the fire

My troubles, my pleasures
I don’t need them anymore
I start again from zero

Because my life, my joys
Today, it begins with you”

(Hells yes.)

They Might Be Giants – Don’t Let’s Start

“No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful”

(there are way more lyrics, but I included this song simply because of those listed.)

Prince Buster – Enjoy Yourself

“Get wisdom, get knowledge and understanding
Those three were given free by the maker
Go to school
Learn the rules
Don’t be no faker
It’s not wise for you to be a foot stool

So enjoy yourself
It’s later than you think
Enjoy yourself
While you’re still in the pink
The years go by as quickly as you wink
Enjoy yourself
It’s later than you think”

(Excellent advice.)

Descendents – Original Me

“Mirror, mirror please believe
I need to find a sign
All of my life spent wondering whose hiding behind this face of mine

Confusion, illusion, misinterpretation of the original me

I need a sign, a simple chime
A windblown kiss across my mind
Solitude in the craziness
Of a world gone mad, a world behind

What big thoughts you have
I can see them in your eyes when you pretend to laugh
The reflection I see reminds me of somebody like me”

(You have very big thoughts – I mean that in a good way.)

The Brought Low – A Better Life

“Oh, my city lies in dust
My head’s about to bust from all the smoke
Oh, my back’s about to break
I took all I could take, not anymore

Deep in the dark night, I hold my pillow tight
Dream of a better place, of a better life

Oh, my friends they are lost
Some I can trust, some I don’t
Oh, my family has fled
Left me for dead by the road

Deep in the dark night, I hold my pillow tight
Dream of a better place, of a better life

I won’t let go
I won’t lose hope
I won’t let go
I won’t stand down”

(I won’t stand down, dammit.)

Led Zeppelin – Thank You

“Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look… see.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness….I’m glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.”

(I’m not actually going to hold your hand. We don’t have that kind of relationship, unless you really want me to.)

Percy Sledge – Dark End Of the Street

“At the dark end of the street
That’s where we always meet
Hiding in shadows where we don’t belong
Living in darkness to hide our wrong
You and me at the dark end of the street
You and me

I know time is gonna take its toll
We have to pay for what we stole
It’s a sin and we know it’s wrong
Oh but our love keeps coming on strong
Steal away to the dark end of the street
You and me”

(This song is actually about an illicit love affair, but I think it applies to all my bloggy friends, too.)

Tom Waits – Take It With Me

“All broken down by the side of the road
I was never more alive or alone
I’ve worn the faces off all the cards
I’m gonna take it with me when I go

Children are playing at the end of the day
Strangers are singing on our lawn
It’s got to be more than flesh and bone
All that you’ve loved is all you own
I’m gonna take it with me when I go”

(Me too.)

If you’d like to listen to your mixtape from start to finish, you can do that by clicking on the tape below:


This post is part of Bloggers For Peace.

More B4peace posts for this month’s challenge:

The Story Of A Relationship


This month’s Bloggers For Peace Challenge is about relationships. I have been avoiding this post for a week, because I can’t really talk on the subject since I’m very bad at them. Instead of giving advice or telling you what I’ve learned, I decided to do a comic about the longest, most confusing and least defined relationship in my life with Male.













The moral of the story is that you have to let people be and do what they want to do, and not force ideas of how things should be. Or, it could be that boys are dumb. Peace.


Remaking The Peace Symbol


This month’s Bloggers For Peace Challenge is about art. One of the prompts was to “create a piece of art that brings peace to the world and post it on your blog.”

I’ve been ruminating on this topic for a couple of days, trying to think of what I could do for it and I’ve been coming up empty. You see, I really am not fond of the tree-huggin’, granola-crunchin’, free love, flower power, hippy-dippy set that looks like it belongs in the 1960s. I don’t think this is relevant anymore:

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That is not me. In fact, if I stumbled across that dude in the park, I’d be severely tempted to kick sand in his face. I wouldn’t, but I’d be tempted.

Not only am I not really down with the hippies, but I’m a graphic designer and I absolutely abhor hippy design like the peace symbol… Oh, how I loathe the peace symbol:

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It hurts my eyes. That is just godawful. Why does peace have to be so ugly? Can’t it be peaceful without spewing forth every color into a pile of dreck? Can’t we have peace that’s visually interesting and not in an “OMG, I can’t stop looking at that car crash” sort of way?

Don’t even get me started on the damn dove with the olive branch…

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What the hell do doves know about peace and what does an olive branch have to do with anything? Yeah, yeah, I know, the olive branch is an historical peace symbol, but seriously, the ancient Greeks were some warrin’ bastards. I don’t think we should take their advice on peace. And doves are just fancy pigeons. Have you ever tried to talk to a pigeon? They know naught about peace.

I’m going to combine two prompts into one here. Kozo’s monthly prompt for Bloggers for Peace and Rarasaur’s Prompts For The Promptless. This week’s PFTP topic is “remake: to make anew or in a different form.” I’m going to remake the peace symbol.

What can I make that isn’t a dove, olive branch, peace symbol or a dirty hippy? I think the finger peace sign is alright. You know, this one:

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I think that’s the least annoying sign of peace. Besides, unlike the peace symbol, you can make this one with a hand. So, let’s work with that.


Hm. It’s certainly not very hippy-dippy, but maybe the flames aren’t very peaceful. Let’s try again:


Hm. I think the red is a little too communist, like we should all be singing the International workers song. Let’s try green:


That’s a little too Saint Patrick’s Day. It looks like there should be a leprechaun in the background trying to steal me Lucky Charms. How about blue?


Yes, that’s better. Blue it is. And since the peace sign means different things in different cultures, here’s a plain old peace symbol: peacesymbolblue

And I suppose since not everyone speaks English…


There. I think I’ve covered all bases now. New peace symbols for all hand drawn by yours truly with a custom font. You’re welcome. :)

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How The Giraffe Got His Neck


Once upon a time, there was a pretty blue planet.


All sorts of animals lived on the planet. Each animal was perfectly suited to where it lived and each was perfectly happy to live there.

The fish learned to live in the water. They grew flippers and fins to help them swim. They grew gills to help them breathe.fishBirds learned to live in the sky. They grew wings that helped them fly. They built nests way up in the trees.

BIRD The fish lived in the water, the birds lived in the sky, but there were animals that lived on the land, too.

The pretty blue planet had deserts and forests and jungles and plains. It had mountains and meadows and grasslands and wetlands. It had someplace for all of the different kinds of animals to live and each was perfectly happy to live there.

There were Panda bears that ate bamboo leaves in the forest.panda

There were grizzly bears and brown bears and black bears and polar bears, too. Each one was suited for their own home. Black bears lived in the forests, while the polar bears lived on the ice.


There were lots of different kinds of monkeys. Some of them lived in the trees. Some of them lived on the ground.

monkey2There were all sorts of snakes. There were desert snakes and plains snakes and forest snakes and even water snakes. There were big snakes and little snakes.

snakeThere were large, quiet, gentle apes called gorillas. Some lived on the plains and others lived in the mountains.
There were big elephants, too. Some lived in the forest and others lived on the plains.

There were bunnies and rabbits and hares that lived in meadows, woods, forests, grasslands, deserts and wetlands.

There were a lot of animals on the pretty blue planet. Each one was perfectly suited to where it lived and perfectly happy to live there.

All except for two animals.

In one part of the pretty blue planet, there was the gazelle that lived on the open grass plains and ate herbs, shrubs, short grasses and shoots.


In the same part of the pretty blue planet, there was the giraffe that lived on the open grass plains and ate herbs, shrubs, short grasses and shoots.

giraffe-for-storyBecause both of them lived on the open grass plains and ate herbs, shrubs, short grasses and shoots, they were always causing trouble. The gazelle and the giraffe always fought over who would get what.

One day, the lion, king of all the animals, came along and asked what the trouble was.

lion-2The lion pulled the gazelle aside. The gazelle told the lion that the giraffe was always eating his food. “This is my home and my food,” said the gazelle.

Then the lion pulled the giraffe aside. The giraffe told the lion that the gazelle was always eating his food. “This is my home and my food,” said the giraffe.

The lion thought long and hard about this problem until he came up with an answer.

He got all of his lion friends around the giraffe, some on one end and some on the other. They pulled and pulled and pulled until the giraffe’s neck stretched and stretched and stretched.


“There,” said the lion. “Now, you, gazelle, can eat herbs, shrubs, short grasses and shoots. And you, giraffe, can eat the fruits and leaves of trees.” The lion told the giraffe to give his new long neck a try.

The giraffe walked over to an Acacia tree that he had never been able to reach before. He swung his long neck up and easily plucked some leaves off of the tree. “Well, what do you know? This is delicious!” said the giraffe and then he ate some more.

The lion was satisfied. “I don’t want to hear either of you complaining about home or food again. You can share the same home and eat different things.”

From that day on, the gazelle and the giraffe got along well. They happily share the same open grass plains with the gazelle eating herbs, shrubs, short grasses and shoots, while the giraffe eats the fruits and leaves of trees.

There was peace on the pretty blue planet once again.

The End.

This post is part of Bloggers For Peace.


Drawings and story by Goldfish. :)

Goldfish’s All-I’ve-Managed-To-Learn-So-Far Guide To Forgiving Oneself


This month, Bloggers For Peace are supposed to publish a post that exemplifies the power of forgiveness.

This is not an easy topic for me. I can either preach about the benefits of forgiveness and come off like a total hypocrite, or talk about how I am incapable of forgiving certain people and defeat the purpose of the post.

I already wrote a post about forgiving others called G*dd*mn M*th*rf*ck*ng Forg*ven*ss. In that post, I talked about how I cannot forgive two monsters. Forgiveness is just not something I have in me for the crimes that have been committed against me. There are some transgressions that are so life-altering, so despicable, so low-down dirty and evil that you just can’t forgive them. Or I can’t anyway. Maybe some people can, but I can’t. At least, not quite yet.

Not a very peaceful way to start, is it?

I’m honestly not even sure whether I believe it’s possible to forgive certain things. In my view, not all crimes are equal. A starving person stealing a loaf of bread is not the same as a corporate CEO embezzling billions of dollars causing countless people to lose money, although they are both theft. A police officer shooting an armed criminal committing a crime is not the same as a serial killer, although they are both guilty of killing. An 18 year old having sex with his 17 year old girlfriend is not the same as repeated sexual molestation of a child, but they both end up on the sex offender registry just the same.

Murder isn’t just murder. Theft isn’t just theft. There are degrees of culpability and gray areas. When someone does something wrong, they should make amends for their crime, but for some crimes like murder there really are no amends that you can make. A life is not something you can ever replace.

Can you forgive this man? What if it was your family that he killed? What if he personally tried to strangle you to death?

Uh oh. Godwin’s Law

That’s how I see my abusers. I see them as pure evil, because nothing but the purest evil could do what they did.

Forgiveness makes me angry. While I don’t dwell on it, when I think about who I would be giving it to and for what, it makes me angry. So, I’m not going to worry about forgiving the people who have hurt me. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive them, but that’s alright. Instead, I’m working on forgiving myself. I can’t give away forgiveness to others until I have it myself.

Forgiving yourself is harder than forgiving others. Humans are more critical of ourselves than anyone else around us. We all have a little voice in our head telling us that we’re not good enough, smart enough, strong enough, etc. It’s about managing that voice and turning it into something positive.

If you cannot forgive yourself, you are constantly chewed up by fear of vulnerability, burning with anger, and living with the constancy of guilt and hurt. Our own perceived transgressions eat away at our insides. They make us cringe late at night lying there in the dark.

Rationally, I know that I am not to blame for the things that have happened to me. I didn’t choose to be a victim. I choose not to live like one now. So, here’s Goldfish’s Handy All-I’ve-Managed-To-Learn-So-Far Pocket Guide To Forgiving Oneself:

  1. Stop holding yourself to a higher standard than others.
    The next time you start doubting yourself, ask yourself what you would tell your family and friends if they were in the same position. If you are capable of forgiving someone else for something, you are capable of forgiving yourself for it, too.
  2. Own your mistakes.
    Mistakes are how humans learn. We know not to put our hand on a hot stove because at one point, we realized that hot stoves are hot. Don’t cringe at your mistakes, own them. Laugh at them. Be proud of them because they prove that you’re capable of learning.

    Loser mistake.
  3. Stop punishing yourself.
    Forgiving yourself isn’t condoning behavior. It’s just not punishing yourself for it anymore. Do you have an embarrassing faux pas that you regret from 20 years ago? Yeah, stop that. Nobody cares anymore. Neither should you.
  4. Cut yourself some slack.
    Remember that forgiving yourself is one of the hardest things to do. It takes a lot of introspection. It takes time. Forgive yourself for not being able to forgive yourself overnight.

You are human. We all are. We all make mistakes. Some mistakes are worse than others, but we all fuck up. The difference between you and me on one side, and Hitler and the monsters on the other is that we learn from our mistakes. The monsters never will and that’s what makes them monsters. We are not monsters, are we? It’s time we forgave ourselves, don’t you think?

High fucking five.

Advertisement For Peace


This month, Kozo asked us to construct an advertisement for peace, so I threw this little billboard together. I’ve never designed a billboard before, but here is mine.

Wouldn’t it be nice to see this driving down the highway?

Check out other bloggers that I follow blogging for peace:

Electronic Bag Lady’s Bag of Bits
Breathing Space

If you’re a b4peace blogger and you’d like a link, please let me know. Peace out!

Personal Peace



It’s the start of Kozo’s Operation Knock Off This War And Hate Business. That’s what I like to call it, but it’s really Bloggers For Peace. He gave us a challenge to write about: write about a daily/weekly gesture or act of kindness that you perform to create peace in your home and/or community.

Well, I don’t rightly know how to answer that prompt. I don’t think I necessarily do anything to promote peace on a grand scale. I don’t have a peace symbol on my car. I don’t give free hugs to strangers. I have been known to hug a tree before, but there were extenuating circumstances.

So, what do I really do to promote peace? I think it comes down to the little things. I hold doors for people I don’t even know. I say thank you, please and excuse me. I tip well at restaurants. I write thank you notes when people do nice things.  I don’t leave a pile of dishes in the sink when I’ll be gone for 10 days (like my roommate did). I try to be considerate.

These are not things I actively do. They are purely instinct. I was raised that way. My parents may not have been the best parents in the world, but I was raised with manners. They are ingrained in me now.

When I go out to eat and I see children running around under tables and screaming, I cringe. I cringe not because of the disturbance, although that is a part of it, but because I think about what my mother would do to me if I ever behaved that way. If I so much as looked at her funny while we were in public, she shot me The Look™. It could stop any infraction big or small. It was powerful and portended doom. Most of the time, she didn’t have to do anything more than use it. I behaved.

It seems a lot of people these days didn’t have a mom like mine. Some parents don’t seem to care that their children are squealing feral monkeys. People are inconsiderate. People are rude. People are entirely concerned with themselves. They don’t pay attention to others around them. Not all people, of course, but a lot of people are just inconsiderate of others. It’s rude and it’s wrong. We all have to live together on this planet and no matter what you may think, your actions do affect others.

A lot of the little niceties I do on a regular basis are selfish. I will give someone a quarter if they’re in line in front of me and don’t have enough to buy whatever it is. I will give them a quarter not just because it’s a nice thing to do, but because they are delaying me and I would hope that someone would do the same for me if I were ever in that position. It’s not that I expect anything back; it’s just that if someone sees someone do something nice, they’re more likely to do the same. If everyone else was considerate, they’d feel like a right arsehole. Every little act of thoughtfulness makes the world just a little better.

While holding the door for the person behind me may not ever win me the Nobel Peace Prize, I think it makes a difference. If you are having a rough time and someone shows a very simple act of kindness to you, well, it could turn your day around. Sometimes, all it takes is a little consideration for others to make a difference.