No Milkshake Redux

I wanted to make the Coke cry. I wanted to make the burrito cry. I wanted them to both cry Pollack-like tears on the sidewalk, but I thought the better of it and didn't. It's dangerous when irrationality meets irrationality, but it's interesting when you're met with your mirror in someone who you don't expect it from.
When I see someone making the same missteps that I make, I so want them to turn it around--to choose the right direction. It's as if their victory is my victory, an example to follow. But when they don't, I find fault. And it's not as if I'm judging them, it's more like I'm judging myself. In the end I just hope for the best and hope we all figure it out somehow.