Did I really just spend an hour trimming my rug? What goes on in my brain that I think that's a good thing to do around midnight, when I really should be going to bed?
How do I come up with these ideas? Did society teach me that?
What kind of a society teaches me that my rug needs to be trimmed? What's wrong with the shaggy look?
Is it merely because I paid $30 for a neatly trimmed rug, and then when it gets shaggy I feel I didn't get my money's worth?
If I had not paid so much for my neatly trimmed rug, would I have not minded it's shagginess?
What if a nice soft trimmed rug only cost $5, then would I not mind that it got shaggy so fast?
Why does it bother me to have all that shagginess when I look down?

It looks unkempt, messy and uncared for, I think that's why I mind.

Even if it had only cost $5, I think I would not like to see it so messy looking.
I want my messy life to be as cared for as I can reasonably see to, that is, I want to look around and see things looking neat. So maybe it's really a state of mind, trying to organize what I see, so as to feel as if I have some kind of control over my life.

And therefore a neat rug is a way of feeling happy and organized, neat and capable.

I think it has something to do with our extremely fast paced world, where we don't have time to truly keep our individual worlds nicely organized, so we do things to make us think so.

So do I need to worry that society is telling me I need to trim my rug?
Or do I need to worry that I can't keep everything in my life taken care of and that I'm covering it up?




Okay, now go back and read it literally, please.
I'm not talking about *that* rug!
I meant my bathroom rug.

I've been watching this over and over and over, and rolling on the floor with tears pouring out my eyes.
Why is this so funny, you might ask? Because if I were a mother, this would be me!

www.maniacworld.com/baby-pan...panda.wmv

or

Slightly squished version:
www.maniacworld.com/baby-pan...anda.html