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Core Values

We have values.
And at the core, those values are who we are.

Or something silly like that.

What are the things that I value?

The abstractions that make up the good life?

I recently did a Personal Mission Statement.

These are my Personal Core Values.

Oh, and they all start with the letter 'H', because all the cool kids are doing it, with Hilarious H'effect, too, I might add.


Me: if I don't have my heath, I'll have nothing... because I'll be dead. So, yeah, good health tops the list.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen: you know how in those aeroplane safety videos they say to put your own oxygen mask on first? Well, you can't help others if you can't help yourself, so help yourself first. And/or, sick workers don't contribute to the bottom line. Please feel free to select the motto you like best... just so long as you get to work on time.


Me: um, I'll happily live at your expense. Or, I know, please note how happiness is above honour. What? Still not doing it for you. OK. When I was a wee lad, I remember thinking to myself, 'When I grow up, I want to be happy.' And I had a pretty good childhood, so it was more like the obvious answer to the question. Still, I got my wish. And some days, I just walk around in a daze, smiling from ear to ear for no good reason... other than, you know, life, good.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen: what is it that we used to say whilst working fast food? Ah, yes. Now I remember. 'An ex-employee is a happy employee.' Or more seriously, if you're not happy, I'm not happy... unless I'm happy, in which case, don't go trying to bring me down with your petty grievances. Worker's Rights, bah!


Me: will you find it strange that I don't think duty is part of honour? Nor am I overly concerned with the truth, not any more, I mean, at one time, back in my youth, to the best of my knowledge, at least for the period of time I'm considering, I tried to be truthful, mostly, I think I did, I seem to recall it being important... but you know what? One day I realized I was sick of the qualifications. To speak is to lie... or at least risk being misunderstood. Live with it. I lie. I can't find the will to care. Now, honour is a slightly different thing. I strive for honour. I think ALL the world's ill's could be solved by more honour. Say, some folks probably figure the world would be a better place if more folks were 'God Fearing'. And I'll take that to mean, if more folks were interested in avoiding 'Sin'. Not just little sin, but the big 'Sin' that is ever present (like lack of humility, thinking one's work is done, one has purged enough sin from their life, and so on). But I don't think in terms of 'Sin' so much, well, not so much; and I feel the need to put it in quotations marks. But 'Honour', HONOUR, he said, honour has meaning to me. It's worth striving for, living for... just not dying for.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen: clearly honour must include such things as truth, duty, and a pursuit of excellence in all things. Or in short, do as I do, not as I say. Personal Integrity and Service to Others is everything.


Me: there are things that money cannot buy. I find myself drawn to them far more than money. I shall not elaborate further.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen: by 'Hot-cha-cha', I, of course, mean 'Hot-cha-cha', and it helps if one is 'Hot' and knows how to 'cha-cha'.

Hi-Hi Ha-Ha

Me: alliteration is my thing. The basic concept is friendliness, but it goes further than that. Human contact, one of the most basic human needs. We live so close together, but spend our lives so far apart. I desire to minimize this... unless I'm lost in my thoughts; in which case, I might as well be in my own little world, so don't bug me.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen: I want my friends to be friendly. Or, you know, I'm cool with, 'Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.' Today's website was brought to you by Paufler's Platitudes. Remember, at Paufler's Platitudes we don't just say it, we mean it (unless we're making a joke or being flippant, which we usually are, for a complete disclaimer, please see honour, above).

Hard Working

Me: did I say hard working? Maybe I meant hardly working. But, no. I meant what I said. And, of course, this be the problem with alliteration. What I really mean is that I want my material possessions to work hard. I don't own much. Really, I don't. But what I do own is important to me. And I want it to be best in class.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen: Yeah, I think the same can be said of my friends, I want them to work hard; that's important to me; and if helps if they have class. Or, no. For the most, that's just a bit of nonsense. See, I told you the truth was utterly unimportant to me. Give me a good line or a joke any day. How about for friendship, we just change it to half-life and say that I want my relationships to last a long time, because I just don't nurture that many of them.

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Um, no.

But thanks for the suggestions.

Or worse yet, humble?
Couldn't pull it off even if I wanted to...

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