My Pictures

I just had the most horrible realization.
There I was, organizing my pictures on the computer in different folders, etc., when I realized something...I have 74 pictures in the folder entitled "Various Babies". Keep in mind, I don't have any children, or babies. But I think everyone else has very photogenic babies whose pictures have taken over the My Pictures folder in households across the world.

The babies belong to various friends, family members and acquaintances. To some degree, I actually care about seeing these babies. They belong to people that will probably remain in my life indefinitely. I may actually get to meet one of these babies in the flesh, and I'll want to feel like I know the kid. I could say something like, "I knew you every second of your life because your mother/father was the force behind a gorge-cutting endless raging river of e-mail pictures that detailed your every waking movement. You were so cute!"

B-A-R-F. Not doing it. I hereby decree-
1. I am erasing every e-mail that might include baby pictures.
2. If I ever have a personal run-in with any of the baby e-mail promulgators, I will say, "Look how biiiig! Got the pictures, they were great! How's everything?" They'll never know the difference.
3. At this time one year from now, the pictures categories of "Men", "Friends", "Cars and Jewelry I Own" and "General Fun" will outnumber the "Babies" category by at least 80%.

Maybe my point is that people should just send out baby pictures highlights. I don't need to see your child on every holiday, or every time the kid went outside and did something cute. I need to see a picture of your child say, every 6 months. Every six months is plenty...I'll know the kid is doing alright, I'll know its parent is at least well enough to own a camera and I'll know that Baby Gap is indeed, still popular. Maybe I'm being immature, or even infantile, but I'm right about the gravity of this situation, and my Delete button and I are going to start a new baby-erasing e-mail habit tonight.

Psychological Satisfaction

I love ice cream, tea, and cigarettes.
I do not have an eating, caffeine, or nicotine problem, I just really like these things. Those "experts" say that if a person needs an external fix for an internal problem they're just masking their true feelings and verging on some self-denial somethingorother syndrome. Whatever, maybe, but aren't we all suffering from some deep psychological effects? I hate that in some circles its believed that satisfaction is somehow flawed, but that doesn't affected the level of my satisfaction from a cigarette after dinner.
My point is just that it seems that we humans are so busy analyzing ourselves, taking online certified tests, and using Excel spreadsheets to check the up-ward slope of our salary earning that we forget to actually like stuff.