Think about it. For every ying there is a yang. No matter the story, there is always another 180 degree opposite with equal acclaim or critique thrown its way. So that just leads me to believe a couple of things. One, there is too much time on every one's hands to actually notice these differences [ignore the concept of this blog please so you don't hurt my feelings]; or everyone just likes to complain, complain, complain [again ignore the concept of this blog please so you don't hurt my feelings].
It is as if there are wacko shrinks walking around at every turn dissecting the behaviors of people, their actions and routines, and also their cultural differences. Throw in the trends of pop culture, current events, and the shared routine of the daily grind and you have just a menagerie of commentary from all walks of life. There's life, then there is talking about life and figuring it out.
You know when you take pictures and videos of things often, you tend to lose the moment. The actual video or picture takes away from the experience while at the same time preserving it. The same thing happens when you discuss or write about life - you aren't experiencing it as much as you fully can if you have to record it. Even discussing it is a form of past punishment. Sure you learn from the past, but if are reliving it, even in retrospect or discovery, it is still taking up time to something else. Time away from adventures, discoveries, productivity. It has its value, just like picture taking; yet the paradox of it all is that there is a bit of wheel spinning going on by it. What's really the point of complaining or pointing out the opposite? Does there always have to be another point of view? Does the devils advocate have to show up at every freaking event?
There are times I long for choice and the spice of life. Then there are times I just wish it would be much more simple.