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SHOULD I OR SHOULDN’T I? This is the inaugural segment of the afore-titled game/exercise that I will now employ in choosing the course of my life such time as remains, anyway. Thus far in life I’ve pretty much made decisions on my own, or decided on my own to follow some other self-interested individual’s suggestion  and the results of quite a few of those decisions have been less than stellar, leaving me alone laden with the burden of blame for those choices. Well, enough of that! Henceforth, I shall turn to Facebook for guidance. When I have a matter of singular importance on which a decision must be rendered, I will ask Facebook, “Should I or shouldn’t I”? If, by some quirk, the yeas and nays are equal on a question, I’ll see if ther e are still enough folks on MySpace to have a runoff. This is the sublime solution. First, I’ll no longer shoulder the pressure nor adopt the prete nse of declaring some measure of faith in the coin’s landing with head or tail skyward; the other factor (I only have two) is t hat I am not deferring r esponsibility for the outcomes of the decisions ahead of me - I am, in fact, c eding responsibility entirely. Talk about your “sublime”! How many people could have led their lives with less stress, with less self-examination and condemnation, if they had chosen to align each of their steps with the prevailing winds and then tag nature as the party responsible for their ultimate point of landing? Who would not sleep as if curled in the hollow of god’s hand if they could tell themselves that their life had not been formed of their own choices, but merely a state in which they’d been placed, buffeted here and there by forces they do not marshal? Upon awakening each day, any challenge presenting itself could be dismissed with a shrug and a mumble while weighing the truly important decision of butter or jam with your English Muffin. But we could ask Facebook about that, too. Butter or jam for me today? The possibilities of relinquishment are boundless. All you have to do is ask somebody  somewhere, somebody is willing to tell you every move should make set you free!. (I have difficulty deciding when to use “shall” and when to use “will”. One of them always comes naturally as I’m typing, but I often look back at those words and wonder if they should have come to me that way. Shall I continue to be vexed by this issue, or will I put a stop to the questioning?) So when I come up with a question that is worthy of this “Should I or Shouldn’t I” concept, I’ll pose it. And await direction.

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SHOULD I OR SHOULDN’T I? This is the inaugural segment of the afore-titled game/exercise that I will

now employ in choosing the course of my life – such time as remains, anyway. Thus far in life I’ve pretty

much made decisions on my own, or decided on my own to follow some other self-interested

individual’s suggestion  – and the results of quite a few of those decisions have been less than stellar,

leaving me alone laden with the burden of blame for those choices. Well, enough of that! Henceforth, I

shall turn to Facebook for guidance. When I have a matter of singular importance on which a decision

must be rendered, I will ask Facebook, “Should I or shouldn’t I”? If, by some quirk, the yeas and nays are

equal on a question, I’ll see if there are still enough folks on MySpace to have a runoff. This is the

sublime solution. First, I’ll no longer shoulder the pressure nor adopt the pretense of declaring some

measure of faith in the coin’s landing with head or tail skyward; the other factor (I only have two) is that

I am not deferring responsibility for the outcomes of the decisions ahead of me - I am, in fact, ceding

responsibility entirely. Talk about your “sublime”! How many people could have led their lives with less

stress, with less self-examination and condemnation, if they had chosen to align each of their steps with

the prevailing winds and then tag nature as the party responsible for their ultimate point of landing?

Who would not sleep as if curled in the hollow of god’s hand if they could tell themselves that their life

had not been formed of their own choices, but merely a state in which they’d been placed, buffeted

here and there by forces they do not marshal? Upon awakening each day, any challenge presenting

itself could be dismissed with a shrug and a mumble while weighing the truly important decision of 

butter or jam with your English Muffin. But we could ask Facebook about that, too. Butter or jam for me

today? The possibilities of relinquishment are boundless. All you have to do is ask somebody – 

somewhere, somebody is willing to tell you every move should make – set you free!.

(I have difficulty deciding when to use “shall” and when to use “will”. One of them always comes

naturally as I’m typing, but I often look back at those words and wonder if they should have come to me

that way. Shall I continue to be vexed by this issue, or will I put a stop to the questioning?)

So when I come up with a question that is worthy of this “Should I or Shouldn’t I” concept, I’ll pose it.

And await direction.