Well anyway, I pretty much to try to agree with everybody on everything because it tends to keep the peace and that’s what makes me happy, most days.

I will offer this though in regards to #2 above: If everyone was selfish enough to do what made them happy on most days one could easily put together an extremely solid argument as to why violence and killing would not only increase but would in fact would most likely hastened the demise of the entire human race. Well, maybe not all, I see one or two left.

I picture a really moose of a guy with laser piercing blue eyes lodged under two bulging bony protrusions at the base of a exceedingly long forhead with long scraggely locks blonde hair falling betwixt and between them tooing and frowing in the wind. At his side,his women. The other survivor. She is nearly a supermodel scantily clad in rags that leave next to nothing to the imagination. She had previously been married to a highly successful, reasonably handsome, but decidely boring, accountant. You know this guy, kinda like one those Viking show dudes and his chick girlfriend. Except this bare chested behemoth has a thousand gadgets and widgets and weapons of modern warfare attached to his vest by carabiners (possibly made by Patagonia)except he doesn’t need any of these items because “A”, he could simply crush your skull with his bare hands and “B,” he already did, along with ours. He is the last man standing(ROAR). He is, very happy.

I could go on, so I will.

If we all succumbed to doing exactly what makes each of us happy in the moment, please, for your own safety if not mine, stay off the road. Of course you may otherwise if you just happen to drive an eighteen wheeler. Yes, the SUV would now head up the national conversation in the top spot on the assault weapons ban list. Ashame too, I love my old 4x, capped, board toting surf stickered pick-up.

But I digress. I think my point was something about, tomatoes?

Oh, yeah. Be careful what you wish for. Who knows what lurks just below the surface of those familiar faces that surround us as we contently go about our dailey routines. Who knows what might make them happy perhaps at another’s peril? If you took the risk of a nasty crash out of a NASCAR race, how many fewer would show up? Big number I’d bet. Hey, I love you race fans, I’m just saying. Not a race fan? Ok, how about this; Do you or do you not feel compelled to read all the gory details of the latest shark attack article asap, even more compelling if it was fatal? Be honest now. Or this one; I’ve heard that things like drinking animal blood ro eating human flesh actually makes some people happy. Ok, now I’ve creeped myself out.

I’m just saying that I’d hate to suffer the “slings and arrows” of those peculiar folks(you did say “if everybody”) if they were to decide that my ugly butt on the menu would make them happy. In fact, I’d be one severely depressed suburbanite.

You know, now that I think of it, I too would rather have my flesh torn off and eaten by a GW than by some nameless old gnarly dude that usually chats me up in the water before he heads off to his job potting plants in the garden dept. at Home Depot. Given a choice I might even choose to suffer through old age than a fate such as that. The guy rips though. But again, I digress. Apologies, I’ll wrap it up.

I have a confession to make. No, I don’t eat people you kook! I have however, on occasion, thought of doing things that might ehance my happiness but that in the process had a high likelhood of making someone else less happy. I’ll bet you have too. Alright, I admit it, I have probably maybe dropped in on someone once, possibly twice, when I may have possibly had some had prior knowledge of that which I was about to do but I chose to gnore in the moment. It made me happy for a brief moment, until eventually the guilt set in, or someone dropped me.

Ahhhh there, I think feel a little better about that now, almost happy. Hmmm. Do a bad thing – confess – then feel good again. I like it! You could probaly build some kind of an organiztion around a concept like that. Maybe even make money on it? Crap, sorry, did it again. My point was?

Oh yeah,the wrap. I confess that I did not read the first article, “10 reasons Surfing Sucks.” I was just about to read it, seriously, when the thought popped into my head, “What if burried amongst all the anticpated irony, sarcasm and comedy meant for our pleasure, I stumble upon a no kidding valid reason that wasn’t already on my personal list? That would really suck. I don’t need anymore reasonson my list, is quite long enough already!

Number one on my list, perhaps ironically, is that despite all the of reasons that surfing may or may not suck, real or imagined, like most of us,it is a simple fact, I can never get enough it.

I would shocked if the article did not conclude the same. I’m still afraid to read it, seriously.