WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT, REVISITED

Recently I posed the question: "Who are you and what do you want?" I couldn't for the life of me figure it out. Still can't. Outside of being some guy from Brooklyn and wanting to be safe and warm and wishing the same for everybody else, I couldn't find any definitive answer of who I am and what I want. So I guess that's all I have to say on this subject until I figure it out. Or don't figure it out. There's a whole lot to do besides wondering about myself and a whole lot of other stuff to try to figure out, like why a giant country like Canada doesn't have anything newsworthy happen there more than once a decade. How low-key can a nation get? And I'd just hate to be one of those people who suddenly "find" themselves. In my experience people who suddenly find themselves usually find time for little else afterwards.

And why were they searching for themselves when they were right there all the time? A lot of times people use these epiphanies to become very selfish and self-obsessed, or just pretend they experienced a revelation as an excuse to openly practice what they have always felt, that they are the center of the universe and the rest of us just sort of live here to pay a lot of our attention to them. We all know one of these tedious dolts, and some of us are unfortunate enough to be related to one of them, so avoiding them is is problematic. Maybe people like that should go to Canada. Nobody there seems to have much else to do or have all that much to say. Send our annoying megalomaniacs north where there will at least be some basis for their conviction that they are the only interesting people around.

Maybe then Canada will will start saying something, even if it's only "get oot of here, you selfish lout! Leaves us alone to enjoy our hockey and red coated mounties!" Or just maybe Canadians will ask themselves just who they are and what they want. The only trouble with that is, nobody will care once they find the answer. They are, after all, Canadians, denizens of perhaps he most boring nation on earth. Say what you will about America and our recent foibles both international and domestic, our mildly retarded president and our Darth Vader of a Vice President, this joint is never boring. We're still in the throes of asking ourselves as a nation who we are and what we want, two hundred and and thirty something years after we became one. If we ever get an answer to that riddle then maybe I'll ask myself that question again. Or maybe not. I like to keep my options open.