What Separates Us

Kimber rambles.

Pushing in your chair is what separates us from the animals. It's a small thing, but if you think about it, most of the crap we go through every day is the result of someone else not being responsible for themselves. Blocked aisle ways? Thoughtless losers couldn't muster the energy needed to give a slight push to a light piece of furniture. Disgusting table at a restaurant? Some jerk made a mess and didn't clean it up. Traffic jam? An idiot braked when he didn't need to, someone got in an accident (not accidental at all; they just weren't paying attention), too many people are talking on their cell phones while driving. Noisy kid in a quiet place? The parents didn't use protection, or they didn't teach their kid manners, which is their job as parents.

I conclude that all the problems in the world are some body's fault, except for the ones I cause. I'm responsible for apple mush on the bottom of the shoes of anyone who walks on the south side of three hundred north between five hundred and six hundred east, I'm responsible for one missionary being sad, several relatives being disappointed, and for one really gross fish tank which I swear I'm going to clean this weekend. But at least I push in my chair.

Here is a picture:

It is acai berry sherbet. Acai berries have a lot of antioxidants, are super-healthy in general, and taste very good. However, in this picture, it looks like a bowl full of purple poo.