Quo Vado?

... aka, it's twenty 'til two and I can't sleep.

I stayed up late waiting for the Indiana primary results to post. I can't tell you why - I only peripherally follow politics. I leave the nuts and bolts of that field to Squid - he cares way more than I do. Or, maybe, he still has faith that his voice counts for something. What got me thinking about debt, is indirectly related to the primary races that won't end - namely the issue of race and the reverend. I haven't really followed the story - clergy men and news cameras are rarely anything but a toxic combination.

Reality: I feel like I live in a world where nothing is owed me. Bossman doesn't have to employ me. Drivers don't have to stay on their side of the double yellow. If I pack it, I carry it. I'm not owed courtesy (though it tees me off when I don't get it).

Idea: Debt can only be created on the micro (individual) level by the person accepting the burden of the debt. That debt can be to another individual, an institution, or a whole passel of people.

Idea: Becoming a debtor requires a personal decision to accept the perceived reality of something being owed to others.

Idea: Attempts to assign debt to an individual or group don't assign debt - only punishment. If restitution (of what ever flavor) is assigned, the individual/group assigned the punishment lacks the personal agreement with the idea that something is owed to others.

This was going somewhere seventeen minutes ago; but, now I don't know where. Except to say that neither the World nor the Man nor God owes anyone anything. You may be dealt a hand of sucky cards, play them and stop whining for a re-deal. And remember, many of live in a personalized version of hell and won't have much sympathy for yours.