Musings on a phone call

I answered the phone today to find a recorded message from Vernon Robinson, our local hate-spreading conservative. I wanted to make another call, but no matter how many times I hung up the phone, he wouldn't go away! I thought the obnoxious party on the other end was supposed to be disconnected when you hit the off button, but apparantly not Mr. Robinson. I turned him off four times before he finished his shpiel and went away.

Human opinion is such an odd thing. Part of me doesn't understand how anyone can look at the same facts I do and come to a totally different conclusion. Part of me likes to think that I can be open-minded and follow their thought process. Part of me takes pride in the fact that I can entertain another opinion and ultimately reject it- not out of hand but with the thought and deliberation it deserves. Part of me wonders if I'm not as closed in my open-mindedness and liberalism as those who believe the opposite of me. Then a larger part of me cuts off the internal debate at that point and sends me off for ice cream. Because really, how can you get further than that in a debate with yourself? I don't think it's possible to make a decision without having some form of personal bias come into play and it's not possible to go through life without making a decision. Because even an avoidance of the subject constitutes a decision.