I'm at a rest stop about 20 miles west of Billy
the Kid's alleged grave, and I'm headed east towards the Texas panhandle. While
I was driving along, I had a thought, and decided to stop and write about it
(which was the original idea behind the whole Asatour thing
anyway).
I found myself staring at and
thinking about bumper stickers. Not the ones advertising businesses, but the
preachy ones. "It's a child, not a choice." "Burn my flag and I'll burn you."
That kind of thing. They're annoying and stupid, I thought. I don't want to be
exposed to your political or religious ideology just because your car happens to
be in front of mine. On the other hand, I really liked that one I saw yesterday
that said "Dude, where's my
country...."
And that's where I caught
myself. I realized I wasn't being fair, neutral and objective, and began
mentally chastising myself for it. If I'm against preachy bumper stickers, I
shouldn't make exceptions for the ones I agree
with....
Caught myself again. Why
shouldn't I allow myself to have an opinion on things, in my own private little
universe? Everything doesn't have to be fair; after all, I'm sure there are
lots of people out there with the exact opposite view of those same bumper
stickers to balance out my own. I don't have to be neutral in my own mind, and
yet I feel this strange desire to do so. This also reveals itself in a tendency
to play devil's advocate in just about any given situation, a trait those that
know me well will recognize easily
enough.
Maybe it's why I feel closer to
Tyr than the other Aesir. The whole thing about the loss of the hand is an
example of fairness taken to extreme; his reaction in Lokasenna when the topic
is brought up confirms this -- that his own discomfort is mirrored by Fenris's.
Of course, as anyone who's read this
or who knows me knows, I DO have opinions -- lots of them. I never claimed to
be consistent.