So then, if you've known someone who's ever wondered why their relationships are in the tank, the pocketbook is forever running low, can't quite figure out what's going on in the world, how is it they're feeling angry much of the time, they seem to prefer a doobie over resolving life's challenges, are chronically overweight, or they catch themselves whining about their lot in life, maybe, just maybe, they're expending their life majoring in the minors - they're subsistence is restricted primarily to Hostess Twinkies when it might be better off with a well-balanced regimen.
For me, a balanced diet that seems to work well consists of a daily connection with
God, family, friends, charity, fun, interests/hobbies, then more family, friends, charity, fun,
interests/hobbies. And if I am really extraordinarily full, I just might make time for the likes of Charlie Sheen. However, I've got to be candid, the more I invest my time with matters of substance, my appetite for the exiguous is far and few in between.
Consequently, if you're terribly disappointed this blog is a tiresome piece of moralizing and not an expose on Charlie Sheen, just possibly, I might suggest, you are
running on empty. Hostess Twinkies has that sort of
effect...