Since kids are generally finicky about what they eat, why do so many of them unquestioningly eat their own boogers? Could eating your own boogers actually be a natural inclination? Are we suppressing our desires for eating boogers?

(Note: I am not about to begin eating my own boogers nor encouraging others to do so. I'm just raising the question. Even if I'm a victim of socialization here, I'll stay socialized.)

in addition to the post before the last

It is funny that I have a hard time finding things to say as I often feel this daily anxiety that I have too much to do or say or contribute that never gets done or said or contributed.

I feel like there is this huge pot of potential that just stays there in the pot. In my fantasies I say and do a lot of things that I never actually say or do.

One day I'll figure out how to live out loud.

One of my favorite things is when I read something that basically sums up everything that I think. Recently there have been two things that have done this for me: 1) Self-Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson and 2) nearly everything written by Epictetus.

Well, there is one exception to Self-Reliance, the part where he says talks about the poor. Actually, to be honest, I'm not really sure what he's saying there; it's sort of confusing to me. But if he is saying (like I think he is) that he owes no responsibility to the poor because they are "not his poor" then I would disagree. (Since this post is not how I disagree with Emerson, but rather how I agree, I won't expound on this any further.)

For me personally, I have a found a lot of fulfillment and success when I rely on my own thoughts, feelings, and instincts rather than attempt to mimic or imitate others, and for this reason, this essay really struck a note with me.

There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.

What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.

That last sentence really hits the nail on the head for me.

Lately I have an urge to blog more but I am finding that I have a hard time having things to say. This used to never be a problem for me. I also find the same thing on Facebook. I'll think I want to stir the Facebook waters (because I am a sucker for this crap and I love signing into Facebook and having multiple Facebook notifications) but I look around and then find I have nothing to say to anyone.

Usually I analyze my life to a point that I have an explanation for everything, but in this case, I really have no explanation as to why this is so.

Law of Averages