Man oh man I used to love me some arguing. I was good at it too. In highschool and college I could make a point, let me tell you. It was something to behold, and annoying too. I never let well enough alone, I ignored my own passions and those of my “opponents.” It was stupid, and so was I. Which isn’t to say that anyone who argues is a dummie, they aren’t. Passions are a thing stirred by...loads of different things and I do my best not to judge the churn of others. 

Something I’m trying on for size these days is not arguing. I figure at this point, most people have got reasons for thinking the way that they do, and if they want to be a part of my life, and I want to be a part of their life, I’ll work to love what I can about the way that they think. If I can’t do that, well, I already have too little time for the friends I’ve got. I think this goes well for others in my direction as well. Which isn’t to say I’m trying to lose friends, certainly not. What I’m trying to do is encourage a feeling of good faith, a feeling of finding the good.

Past arguing, I try not to think all that much, I just try to be good. I try to feel that goodness and to swim in it, up stream. I’m an animal with a nature and there are things that are good for that nature and there are things that are not good for it. I’ve got enough trouble trying to figure my own path out that I’m certainly not trying to be an evangelist.