A few tips after a few thoughts

While riding the express bus home from work tonight, while trying to decipher where exactly we were in relation to my car's park and ride lot and in between fleeting sick thoughts of a horrible crash where the bus crashed over the guard rail and we landed in the creek 100 feet under the highway we were cruising over at only about 55, bodies flung everywhere, and gross depictions of sharp objects nailing bodies to their seats, I was also imagining something positive. Hard to believe, right?
I was thinking about starting a charity. It's always been something I've wanted to do, but never worked on. In thinking of this, I started thinking about this blog I've been wasting time on.
I realized that all of this fluff-n-stuff aka blog that I've been writing is boring. I'm getting bored talking about it, and I'm getting bored typing it. Who in the world cares about one nobody in the world who happens to write about her life? What makes anything that I write about interesting enough to lure readers back more than once? I wonder.
I wonder if it's the fact that I've somehow made you feel like you know what's going on in my twisted little world? Is it because you are nosey? Is it because it's interesting? Is it that I need some form of validation? I am not psychologist, but I should have gone into Sociology.
My good friend actually told me that the other day- that he should have studied sociology. I asked him what he would have done with that degree over his current Philosophy papers, an answer which had little to no impression on me because I can't even remember it now.
Point proven. What does a Sociologist really do? Study why people do the things they do? Study people? Regardless, it doesn't take a degree in sociology to know how the world operates and to understand people.
It does however require the ability to pay attention.
Back to the point.
I was talking about a charity. I was tumbling around in my mind all of the needs that stem from the lack of one simple act in this world- caring. Do we care about others enough?
I constantly hear the age old argument- if there is a God, why does he let all the bad things in the world happen? You know the normal atrosities are usually brought up- famine, homelessness, senseless murder, as if any killing has real value or purpose, child molestation, rape. The reply I think of immediately in this argument, is why do people let those things happen?
We are the ones who inhabit the Earth. We are the ones who should not let those things happen. We take little precaution, until things are irreparable. There can be no one other than ourselves to blame for the wrath of an uncaring world.
We don't care enough.
So instead of talking about my life tonight, I wanted to give out a tip.
If you are looking for your birthparent, the first thing for you to do is register on this website:
#1 www.whentheboughbreaks.net
If you know someone who is looking let them know. That is the first step to take. Somehow they have a lot of records. They have people who search for you for FREE. People who do this for free are PRICELESS. You can't put a dollar sign on people who care this much.

#2 Register on www.isrr.net
That is a nationwide registry for adoptees and birth relatives.

#3 Get some counseling, or write a blog. That was meant to be funny.