I – and millions of my close personal cyber– eat, pray and “Like” everyday.
Om. We eat at our desks in front of our.
Om. We pray that our internet connections do not crash.
Om. We “Like” on Vitameatavegamin, it’s so tasty, too.and all over the darn place. We Like this. We Like that. If we find ourselves in a particularly generous mood, we like everything we see. Click, click, click. It’s easy. It’s fun. And like swilling
The popularplug-in “I Like” gets a thumbs up from me. “I Like” sure knows how to push my buttons.
As my loving mother barked at me, “Be nice to your creepy little brother! So what if he put a Boa Constrictor down your bra? Why can’t you just like each other?”
As Barney the painfully purple dinosaur sang at us, “I love you, You love me, we’re a happy family.”liked each other into a diabetic coma. Historic note – The “I Love You” song is so annoying that it has reportedly been used by interrogators at Guantamano Bay to coerce detainees.
In, a handsome young Italian man wearing a snug striped shirt and form fitting pants (and obviously enamored of me) smiled up at me from his sidewalk sausage cart on the and blurted, “You like-a me?” I do-a! I do-a! (Who says women are naive among Italian stallions?)
Spiritual leaders – and The Beatles – remind us that it is easier to like and love than to dislike or hate.
There is a whole lotta liking going on out there. And i figure it can only add to the love in the world. You Like?