Why do we want to watch other people's live their life?

Thadd has posed this question to me many times. Probably because I'm the one who is into watching reality tv. I don't watch them all the time but I do watch them. I've thought about this question all week. I'm still struggling with an answer. However, on that same note, I do read other people's blogs. I guess that would be along the same lines. Why do people care about what others are doing?

I read a blog the other night that made me laugh. It was a guy that I went to high school with. He's someone I was friends with and like everyone else from high school, I lost contact with until social networking came into play. I'm friends with him on Myspace. Through his myspace I found his blog and I read it occasionally. Mostly to look at his pictures because I think that he is a great photographer. I went to his blog the other day and he made a post about how he doesn't like to accept friends on facebook who he hasn't talked to in years. The irony of this is that he has this very public blog, that is connected with other blogs in the Springfield area, but he doesn't want people to see his facebook?! I laughed. I wondered if he thought of the irony of it all.

So I ask the question, why. Why do we have this whole social networking fad to see what is happening in other peoples lives. I admit, I have had problems adding some people because I never talked to them in college or high school. Simply because I wonder why they care. I was amazed at how many people wanted to be my friend on myspace or facebook after Elijah was born. Maybe they are just using me to look at my cute kid?

So many things, so little time..

I have spent the past few weeks pondering a lot. The decision was made that I would go back to work part time. It's a good thing, but I definitely miss Elijah. So I have spent the past few weeks thinking of going back to work, Elijah at the babysitters and how that will affect him, the election, lia sophia, it just never ends.

I've noticed that since Elijah is getting older, people we know, and don't know for that matter, have become more brass about things with him. We had some random woman come up to him at a resturant the other night and shove his pacifier in his mouth. The funny thing was he was sitting there, content, not making a peep while chewing on his fist. However, this random woman felt that he wanted his pacifier. He, like a great child should, spit it right back out.

I've also noticed that since he is a little older, people at our church is treating him like the church's child. He's not anyone elses child by Thadd and I's. Therefore, please don't take the liberty of taking him out of the nursery. Please don't tell people things that aren't true about his habits, and please, don't touch him without permission. This pertains to all people at the church, not just one or two. Oh and, don't get mad when we don't let you hold him...your old and he weighs a lot. And, I'm done.

The election...oooohhhh such a touchy subject. I'm choosing not to tell people who I voted for. I have found that if you tell people, all they do is bash you for your beliefs or agree with you and bash the other canidate. It's not worth my time. However, regardless of how I voted, I had already made the decision that I would pray and support the president elect regardless. There are things that over the past few days I have heard that have made me laugh though.

NBC actually called Barak Obama a rockstar. I am however a little sad about not seeing Tina Fey on Saturday night live anymore. That was a highlight of the week. I laughed when with like 30% of the votes counted the said that Barak Obama was president. Apparently they all forgot already about the election debackle in 2000. Retards. I guess that John McCain can now retire in one of his 7 houses and act his age. I mean seriously, how hard could all of that travel been on that old body. He might just need another 4 years to recoup that one.

Eh, I should be done. There is so much more. Maybe I will get on here more and post more often.