All Through the day, I Me Mine, I Me Mine, I Me Mine

Lately I'm torn between believing the world is truly this divided or that we really are the same ole folks we were just last year before someone put a spotlight on our innards.  Back when we didn't know so much about each other's intimate thoughts. Or our own for that matter.  I'm speaking individually and collectively as in, on the world wide web and beyond.  There is this mental sorting of folks into piles, that you can't help but do. Bins of personality types, reactionaries, militants, passives and it goes on.  But it's fairly new, to me anyway.  We were better off before I think.  I know I loved more readily.  I'm wearier now.  I judged you by what you showed me in the physical realm and not by how I've read you feel online.  But can we go back now that we've painted a more defined picture of what lives inside our heads?  Can we separate that from our actions?  What defines who we are in fact, our opinions or our life? And who is best equipped to interpret us?  Ourselves or others?

In between all my thankin', I sort of lost the thread that helps me put together a meal idea on my bike ride home.  I considered making an Asian lettuce wrap with chicken, mushrooms, ginger and peanuts but I needed a vegetable.  I knew I had a bit of leftover black rice.  I went to the store and found they had mistakenly stickered the peas as $1.49 jalapenos so I nabbed the regularly $4.99 buggers. What I wasn't gettin' was that this needs to be easy to pick up and eat.  That would mean it's best to chop all items into small like-sized pieces.  I learned that I need to pull it together more tightly if I want to evolve as a cook.  This was really good but if given the chance again, I'd definitely do it better.  Like-wise, taking the time to consider the finest outcome in any situation, do the right thing, say the right thing, be the best version of me, that's the way I'd love to see myself eventually.  In person and on line.