Sometimes I think people are so friggin snotty. I subscribe to some mailing lists for my new hobby of letterboxing, and there's a discussion running around right now on the exposure it's getting in the media. People are whining that they're upset others are finding out about it, b/c they're afraid it might be spoiled. Personally, I've been telling lots of people because I think it's fun to share clues with them. I really want some of my family to get in on it so we can discuss different boxes and go out to them during my visits. I understand that coveting a 'secret' is human nature, but these folks are bitching about others learning about their hobby. Absolutely ridiculous. I mean, how did they find out about it? What if they had found out about it, and noone would tell them the specifics, because the 'secret club' had already been formed? This pisses me off.
It's been another day full of doing stuff on my to-do list. Does the list ever end? Ever? Sometimes I think it'd be nice to live out of a tent without all this other crap to deal with. It seems like I always have things to do or errands to run. Everyday!
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