Someone (I thought it was Lefty, but I could be wrong) wrote down his or her personal mission statement, as it were, about who that person is. I'm thinking something along the lines of the famous What I Believe by Steve Martin, or maybe My Conviction from the Broadway musical Hair, a statement of beliefs. And since my birthday passed last month, now's a good a time as any for mine.
Be selfish. If you can't find a good reason to do good, find a selfish one. Don't lie, not because it's morally wrong, but because it's just too inconvenient to keep track of. Shovel your walk, clean up your property, not because it's the neighborly thing to do, but you don't want a summons from the city or a lawsuit. Give blood for the free cookies. Be a courteous driver because, if you end up in an accident, the paperwork alone will negate the time you saved running the red light. Let people off the bus before you get on, because there will then be more room for you. Be selfish. For everyone's sake.
I need more, but that's a first pass. *** BTW, the picture was inspired by someone - OK, Lefty's wife - who takes a word, puts it in Google, and posts the image; the word here, of course, is selfish. The picture came from here. I don't get it, but it's so interesting that I couldn't resist. *** Lefty reviews my Mixed CD. I think he liked it, but I'm not sure. *** Tosy accepts my mild tag. ** Spatula Formula, Nik's "ramblings of an American expatriate in New Zealand", turns three. Happy blogiversary. *** Did I mention I'm seeing Sean Lennon tonight? A review, eventually.