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    Familiarity breeds contempt: that may well be true in many cases but wouldn't you agree that there are also many things in which only the most familiar brings the greatest of comfort?  

    With familiarity comes reality and with reality comes contempt.
    We don't like it when the things we thought about a person or a thing or a situation are proven to be misinterpretations of reality based on inconclusive evidence.  However, once we can move beyond those disappointments we really find comfort.  This comfort may come once we remove the unfavorable influence from our life, or when we learn to accept something as-is. 
    There is a certain level of comfortableness when we know what a person will say before they say it, or when we understand without explanation the message behind the eyes.  It is comforting to know how a situation will end, or how it will "go down."  A feeling of ease accompanies the entrance into a place with which we are well acquainted, whether that be home or school or work. 
    Familiarity breeds contempt when we do not seek contentment, when we are judgmental, or when what is familiar can be associated with pain. 
    "I despise the season of employment that I have been in for 5 years for the lack of  newness" because I refuse to be content.  "My childhood friend annoys me" because I no longer am tainted by the un-accusatory eyes of youth and I judge her for her what is now apparent to me.  "The home I grew up in is an abhorrence" because of what happened to me within those walls.
 
    Familiarty breeds contempt: sometimes we are to blame, sometimes matters out of our control will stain our view. 

    Last night I watched a series of 5 episodes from the Christy television series.  The plot lines were predictable and far too familiar in today's entertaining society where there is always a love triangle and the story behind it is always the same: sweet, firey, innocent girl meets two eligible bachelor's, one a strong man and wise but bruised by lost love and the other a weaker man, passionate and often foolish.  Sierra and I laughed together as plot elements were introduced that we saw coming a mile away, but even in that completely and ridiculously foreseen moment I found comfort in the story that I was well acquainted with, without having seen that episode before.  Why?  Because it was a situation that I understood, that I could have written myself, not from experience but from the cultural universal it stood for.  It is comfortable to understand and to be understood.

    That is somewhat of a silly illustration, I agree, but it was that feeling that inspired me to write today.  

    And it annoys me when people mispronounce common words...like "Realtor."  It's not that difficult.  Say it with me: ree-uhl-ter.  Realtor.  It annoys me even more when Realtors pronounce it wrong.  Where are people pulling the extra "I" from when they pronounce it real-i-ter?  Does anyone else find this incomprehensible? 

(Heading Quotes: Emily Dickinson, Elbert Hubbard, John Henry Newman and Dr. Seuss.)