Beyond the universe as we know it, there is another me. That universe may be separated from ours by space or simply by dimension. The “other me” may not look exactly like me. She may or may not be married, may or may not have children, may or may not be a lawyer… It might sound like something straight out of “Fringe”—that science fiction TV series that made my everyone in my family loyal fans of actor James Noble. The existence of a parallel universes or even multiverse is a topic where fiction has been way, waaaaayyyy ahead of science (probably the earliest fiction with a parallel universe/multiverse theme is “The Blazing World” by Margaret Cavendish, circa 1666) but science is catching up.
It bothers me how people can share articles and news items on Facebook and Twitter without having read the linked article at all. Worse, the shares come with their rabid comments. Seriously, people, how can you comment on something you haven’t read?
There is always the excuse that their mobile plans don’t include free or unlimited data transfer so they are unable to click and read.
Then, why share if you haven’t read? Facebook does not require users to share everything they see on their friends’ news feeds. Still, they do. Itchy fingers. I thought it was the height of stupidity and irresponsibility.
Today, I came across something even worse. A friend shared an article about a “dead whale” sprawled on the shore. The mouth was open and inside was more plastic junk than anyone cares to see.
Two friends of my friend commented.
It’s been a joke in my family how I always leave food on my plate. Not a lot. A tablespoonful of rice, two or three peas, a sliver of meat… It’s even true when I drink coffee—there’s always a teaspoonful of liquid left by the time I put my cup in the kitchen sink.
It’s not something I did willfully. Until recently, it was a subconscious thing. Until I thought hard about the WHY. The best answer I could come up with—it’s my way of rebelling against all the silly rules from my childhood. On the dinner table, it was always, “Finish your food and don’t be wasteful; there are a lot of hungry people in the world.” The rule is the same with drinking water. “Finish what’s in your glass because there are places in the world where they don’t clean have water to drink.”
I was a child. Until you get to that age when you realize that not all grownups are wise, you don’t question rules like that. You follow. But like any child, I grew up. But unlike the grownups who never questioned the logic of the silly rules they imposed, I learned that whether or not I leave food on my plate or water in my glass won’t help feed poor people nor give them better access to clean water.