People behave irrationally. There, I’ve said it! We are not nearly as logical and sane in our actions as we pretend.
I’m impulsive, I know that. I also know that my impulses have taken me down a mixed path. Some good stuff has come of it and, at other times, I’ve done things that make me later wonder – what was I thinking?
When I was a kid, I loved the number nine. I don’t know why. It’s just a touch demented! Addicted to a number? It’s not that my ninth year of life was more memorable than, say, my eight, or tenth.
Still, I loved that nine. (Recently, I changed my mind, I have a new favorite, which only goes to show that you can continue to be irrational into your post-middle-age.)
So I thought I should do something special tonight as we get to the numerically significant moment when on 09/09/09, we roll by the time of 09:09.
Here’s what I’m going to do:
Because, even though we behave irrationally and we say things that are stupid and against our own interest and the interest of someone less favorably positioned than us, we really should not flaunt our irrationality. We should try to curb it.
At least this is my hope.
And so I end now, before 09/09/09 at 09:09, just so that I can make the statement that it is possible to let go of insanity. It’s not too late.
I leave you with a photo from the market. This morning, I went there, for the flowers, for the quiet. For the love of markets and the foods that bring people together.