Chapter 10. Values

I wonder why some people would rather look better than actually be better. I wonder why they think I should spend more time worrying about how I look to trivial and in fact unattractive people than I should spend actually having a more meaningful life. I wonder where they get off thinking that I enjoy them telling me that I'm not good enough, and that I'd be so much better if I were just like them, when they are really nothing I'm interested in emulating?

Who would take beauty advice from these people?

We have such a superficial and rude society. Telling other people how they ought to look certainly does imply that they are not good enough, or anyway not as good as the opiner is. It certainly implies--no, states outright--that they need fixing.

I would say that I don't care what people think, but it does hurt my feelings so it's a lie. However, I really don't want to care what they think. My logical side says they are trite and worthless, and they know it, which is why they need to look better than they are.

My feeling side says, But they think I'm not as good as they are, so it's clear I'm not valuable to them, and those were people I thought respected me.  So yeah. How could that not hurt my feelings?

Well...ok. Fine. I'm done with people like that. I don't need them in my life. I would much rather fool around with the holes in my back yard than the holes in the hearts of thoughtless, unkind, planet-sucking, trivial people. At least I'm productive. I think the holes in my back yard are a lot more meaningful than their planet-poisoning trips to plastic surgeons and beauty parlors, and it's ok if they don't agree, and it's also ok if they quit cluttering up my horizons.

And now for something really important! The green beans are up!

Check out the pea and chard progress...now THAT's what I call beauty.