It really confuses me sometimes, and quite frankly, I'm almost jealous of less intelligent beings, like say...meerkats, who seem to live out what seems like a carefree simple existence (besides the whole being terrified of being eaten aspect, which does seem pretty stressful I'll admit) compared to ours.

But really, is all this contemplative superior wisdom really so much better than worrying about death by meal? I mean, we create so many more ways to die, or kill ourselves or others that are much worse than that.

I feel like lately all my blogging (or more recently avoiding blogging due to the following) is so negative, and just hopeless, regarding any topics.

Maybe it's from watching the news every night at work. During the school year I very rarely have time to spend scouring the net for news, much less than picking up a newspaper, or watching an hour of television. And I gotta tell you its really depressing. Not so much when the stories lighten up a bit to talk about Lindsay Lohan being arrested yet again, but even then it's still mighty pathetic that stories like these are run over and over again on even the best sources for news like CNN.

The society we've created for ourselves in this country constantly amazes me. In a dumbfounded way.

Last night there was a group of missionaries from Uganda looking for rooms for the 10 people in their group, and of course all of Sidney was sold out as well as everything within 200 miles around us (really busy week...no thanks in part to Cheyenne Frontier Days) and Mickie and I spent almost an hour on the phone calling every hotel in every town in the phone book anywhere remotely near the direction they were heading. In the end we still never found anything for them and I felt absolutely horrible.

There was no way they would've known ahead of time that it would be like this around here, or had any numbers to call and make reservations. They had already been driving for like 18 hours, and you could tell the leader/driver of the group was thoroughly exhausted. In between pauses waiting on hold, etc. one of the few guys who spoke English asked us if we went to church, and Mickie and I just kinda looked at each other, albeit sheepishly, and kinda half-heartedly answered him with "...uhh..yeah...sometimes".

I felt so horrible. How do you tell someone who comes from a country like Uganda, who has most likely had little to nothing else in his life besides his faith in God, that you don't really go to church (forget about even suggesting that you don't believe in his God). Anyways, I felt horrible, especially after not being able to find anywhere for them to stay. I have no idea where they finally went.

Side note on this subject: Has anyone seen The Last King of Scotland? I watched it with my dad a few weeks ago, and this is really the only knowledge I have of Uganda's past, so my assumption's of this gentleman's past is a little pessimistic, I think it's pretty easy to understand if you know anything about Ugandan dictator Idi Amin's regime.

Even when my own life isn't personally going to shit, I still find it hard to feel happy sometimes as a privileged heterosexual white middle-class American.

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