Who knew? Of course, I am the first to admit that I know so little about so much. I have no idea what teams are playing in the Super Bowl this weekend. I don't know where the game will be played, or even if the correct spelling is Super Bowl or Superbowl. I have not stocked up on game day treats and have no plans to get together with friends to cheer on either team. The whole spectator sports thing escapes me: I get it if you are actually on the field playing the game, but just watching doesn't do it for me, which is also why I've never been into pornography or religion.
Not to sound too much like Andy Rooney, but there are simply too many things to know about these days. There's Egypt and Israel and the whole Middle East thing. The Kindle and the iPad and Wall Street and housing starts and Obamacare. Politics in general and the 2012 election in particular. Throw in personal things like should I be taking Lipitor and what is the best blood pressure medication and I don't get enough exercise ever since my hip went bad from all those step classes, and who has time to think about football?
This morning I saw the following post on my son's Facebook page, written by a female friend of his: "I finally figured out my spirit animal." Two things interested me: First, her use of the word "finally," inferring that the issue had occupied her thoughts for some time, and second, realizing in a flash that I had no idea that we have spirit animals and now I'm wondering what mine is.
How do I find out? Does it matter? What matters, really?
Not really. None of this matters. Isn't it all over on 12/21/12?
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Is it? (Did you mean 12/12/12?) If so, why am I dieting?
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