Has the Whole World Gone Crazy? Or Is it Just Me?
This is a strange feeling for me. Usually, I get the sinking sensation that the whole world has gone sane.
I won't go into everything that's happened, but here are a couple things:
I was walking over to the school the other day when a man I know said, "I was noticing that your yard looks terrible. The grass is real long and there are a bunch of dandelions."
The wierd thing was that he said it at a red light. So after I said, "Thank you for pointing that out," he had to stand there in awkward silence and then walk over to the school trying to start an even more awkward conversation.
"Your yard looks terrible." You don't lead with that. You save your rude comments for the end of the conversation, like this:
"Blah blah blah...Oh, look at that. Another red light. I always get stopped at red lights."
"Isn't it a nice day?"
"Well, here we are at school. In closing, I would like to say that your yard is horrendous and your weeds are a disgrace. Good day and good ridance!"
See, that's much more dramatic. Even I know that. And I don't care if people have carnivorous plants growing in their yard so long as the humans in the house act polite.
Then I took J.J. to the doctor because he had a bad cough. It was a substitute doctor--not his real one. Anyway, he is afraid of doctors and cried the whole time.
First the doctor said to him, "If you stop crying your mom is going to take you to McDonald's and get you French fries and a choo choo train."
McDonald's wasn't even serving lunch yet and they never give away trains!
When that didn't work, she said, "Do you want me to give you a shot?! If you don't stop crying, I'll give you a shot."
So J.J. turned to her and said, "Let's be honest, Doc. If I don't stop crying, all you're gonna do is make more empty threats and promises. Am I right? Or am I right? Or am I right."
I'm kidding, of course. J.J. doesn't even talk, let alone talk smack. But he was thinking it. I just know it.
And trust me, those things aren't even the half of it.
You know, I usually feel like I dance to the beat of my own drummer. But now, I feel like I'm in step with the normal people. I feel like I'm on the left side of the insan-o-meter.
Or are the normal people the ones who will stop at nothing to stamp out dandelions or convince children to stop crying? Well, I guess we all have our opinions about who is normal or who is crazy. The important thing is to keep your sense of humor. Because in reality, I think we're all a little of both.