Thanks, Gladys

I like when people adapt. It's not rare. We do it everyday without thinking about it. We're good at it. We have to be. The denizens of dread ubiquity, the Concerned Citizens, throw up barriers all around us. With every restriction, regulation, edict, order, rubric, prescript, and proclamation the domineers lay down, we adapt, find our way around.

Be like this.

Consider your average day. Then consider everything you have to do with less than optimum efficiency over the course of that day because some chuckleheaded scandalmonger imposed their subjective preference on you. Consider how that some one's subjective preference wasted your time, your money, your labor, and forced you to forego your own subjective preference. How many times does that happen in a single day? How much time, money, labor ... life ... are you wasting because some Gladys Kravitz "called her congressman"? Ugh.

Not like this.

Still, adapting is good. It keeps us thinking, innovating, growing. Adapting whilst giving a finger to the phalanxes of Gladyi of the world is exponentially better. If someone puts up a barrier in front of you, try to think of a way around it that could both save you time/money/labor/life and piss the Gladyi off. They'll no doubt parry with more busybody bullshit, because that's what they do. That's who they are. That's all they know. Then, take that opportunity to innovate. Rinse. Repeat.

Peace, and thanks for reading!