I’ve been ridiculously bogged down with all sorts of thoughts lately, and unable to successfully translate any of them into a complete, lucid blog entry.
Are my disdainful reactions to many aspects of our increasingly materialistic/consumeristic culture based in anything good, or just a way to judge others while ignoring the theoretical plank in my own eye?
Why am I determined to get Fermin and I through the immigration process intact but constantly complaining about my own country?
What would it be like to really live in Mexico?
Is everyone just a product of their environment? If we plucked kids who live with nothing (materially) out of some Third World environment and gave them Nintendos and computers and cool clothes and cell phones, would they turn into lazy American-esque kids in a few heartbeats?
Is it normal to be in a constant state of moral dilemna?