(I am finding a lot of crazy stuff in the vault, which duly represents the crazy in my head. Much like the saying goes for blowing your nose: “Better out than in.” LOL. Enjoy…)
I am an absolutist. (Is that a word? I should have looked that up first…sorry.) I would normally say I’m an extremist, but my understanding of extremism is that it breeds intolerance for other people’s decisions, and that just doesn’t sound like something I want to be. For instance, I believe that certified artificial food colorings are absolutely bad for us. So I spend three times as much money on Unjunked m&m’s for my kids’ candy treats. That’s my absolutism. If I were an extremist, I imagine I would storm the middle school and demand that they stop selling Skittles to innocent kids. And then my son would die of embarrassment because his mom is the crazy lady who attacked the concession table. So I just prefer to work in absolutes. And here’s how I came to this conclusion:
I was thinking about this the other day, feeling like I was sitting far-out on a hippie limb all by myself, wondering why we as a society even allow poisons in our foods, much less voluntarily consume them. One thought led to another and the next thing I knew, I had planned out the next two decades. The odds of my children finding and falling in love with others who had been raised on grass-fed beef, organic veggies and homemade bread are slim to none. And then I started thinking that my poor grandchildren (God willing I ever have any) will face all the health problems that I’ve tried to prevent in my own children, simply because my daughter- or son-in-law would have contributed the wonky chromosomes tainted by Big-Ag and corporate America, all because his or her mother didn’t give two hoots about Roundup-resistant wheat and soybeans. And then I’m quite technically back where I started.
So then I thought how nice it would be to have a huge commune for those of us who want to live away from the oppression of our corporate food supply. We could farm together, raise happy chickens and cows, and control everything we consumed. We would be untainted by the outside world.
There are just two problems with this idea: 1) I’m not, and have no desire to be, Amish; and 2) no matter how good our intentions at the beginning, eventually we would all find some Kool-Aid to share.
So, no, this idea of segregating ourselves from modern society will never work. And I wouldn’t want it to, really. My rules can really only be imposed on me (and my kids for the time being), and that’s okay. So I’ll just hang on to my absolutes and do what I can to make the world a better place in my little corner of it.
Unjunked candy, anyone?