Musings on the road
I was talking to Sarah about this before I left, but upon hearing news and seeing parts of the new Boy Scout Handbook, I started thinking about how I’ll be involved in Scouting again with my kids. It also sort of reminds me that despite my success in Boy Scouts, there’s a whole part of the organization that I don’t see at all. (The adults running the national and regional organizations.)
I saw Inglorious Basterds last night, it was awesome. Coming out of the movie, I had another case of…I don’t know what it’s called. I see goth kids, really fat people, gweedos, teen girls looking like sluts, and I got that sense again that these people are not worth the sacrifice, that I’m above them. I hate that feeling. I’d really like nothing more than to not be so seperated from everyday people (vague concept, I know) and rid myself of this sense of pride. :(
This ride is lame. Wish we were there already.
