Silliness

Silliness = venting about a problem which will inevitably seem worse after doing so, while at the same time failing to do what will make you feel better, like reading scriptures. Then running out of time to do the things that will make you feel good, and feeling like there isn't enough time in the busy days ahead of you. Getting upset about said lack of time, when really, if you managed it well in the first place, you'd be in a much happier place.

Still learning that lesson.

"No misfortune is so bad that whining about it won’t make it worse." - Jeffrey R. Holland

And now for something completely different.

Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?

A: Kindergartener - to get to the other side
Aristotle - It is the nature of chickens to cross roads.
Martin Luther King Jr. - I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
Machiavelli - The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.
Jerry Seinfeld - Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway?
Oliver Stone - The question is not, "Why did the chicken cross the road?'' Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at the same time, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?''
Einstein - Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Ralph Waldo Emerson - The chicken did not cross the road... it transcended it.
Ernest Hemingway - To die. In the rain.

So now you know what to answer when someone asks you that famously ridiculous conundrum, to which there is apparently no right (or clear!) answer. Enjoy!

P. S. I apologize for the crummy and odd formatting. I have been going back and editing this post for easily half an hour now, and apparently blogger has something against me. Every time I get it the way it *should* look, I hit 'publish post' and then blogger spews something completely different out at me. There's no rhyme, there's no reason, and I'm starting to lose my reason. What was supposed to be a 5-10 minute post has become 45! There's no way I'm going to have a repeat of last night's frustrations, so I'm throwing in the towel, or hoisting the white flag of defeat to blogger. May you always be useful but oh so annoying.