I think stating that "everyone is stupid" is a rhetorical comment, but it is this concept that usually gets me through the day. Don't get me wrong; I am just as stupid as everyone else. I surely don't feel that I am above doing stupid things. When I state "everyone is stupid", the emphasis is equally on "everyone" and "stupid".
Now my reason for this introspection has nothing to do with the stupid things people do, but more with understanding that people are, and will do stupid things. Understanding and accepting that everyone is stupid takes away the aggravation and frustration of trying to figure out how someone could be so stupid to do something stupid. Easy . . . they are stupid. The shock and awe of the situation will disappear quickly, allowing you to move on to more important things that you can change and deal with. The concept of trying to understand why someone is stupid is a complete and utter waste of time, because the number of reason why someone is stupid or has done something stupid equals the number of stars in the sky or the grains of sand in the desert. And trying to figure out which one reason caused someone to do the stupid thing in question is statistically impossible to figure out. Or more to the point . . . stupid.
I find that once I have reminded myself that "everyone is stupid" and that there is no use in getting upset by it; because everyone is stupid and I nor anyone else can change it, I move on to more important things. (That may be the best run on sentence I have every written in my life. It works in my head, but just rambles when written).
This is by no means an easy concept to master. Because as sure as people are stupid, they will find more interesting and confounded ways to do something even more stupid than the last stupid thing they did. You may be able to accept the stupidity of the situation but the outcome of the stupidity may be more than your mind can handle at one time. For this I usually require a crutch to get me through the stupidity until my mind can move on.
Did I mention I brew my own beer?
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
To write or not to write
Someone once told me I should write.
Personaly I dont think I am a very good writer. Talking I am good with, but writing is usually a disaster. My spelling, grammer and punctuation are horrible and the modified hunt and peck that I call typing makes the whole process a living nightmare. I write the way I talk and the way I talk is not the way things should properly be written (I think that is the case with most people).
My college entrance application required an a essay on any given topic. At the time I didn't have a vague idea what to write about and I already knew at that age that my penmanship was already a nightmare. But I went ahead and wrote about a social interaction that was part of my school life. The Basketball Wild Bunch. I don't remember the details or what I was trying to convey, but I wrote it in my tone and style. I handed it to my literature teacher to have her edit it for me so that I dint look like a complete idiot. She corrected a few spelling errors (this was before the days of F7 and auto correction), but left everything else as it was. I was a little shocked, but she explained to me that the way I wrote the essay was an extension of who I am and reflected my personality and character.
A few months after I was accepted to college I attended a lunch-in that was held for new students to mingle with local existing students, alumni and faculty. One of the faculty members that was present was also on the application committee. Somewhere the conversation came around to the essays that are submitted. To my surprise he recalled my essay and even remembered some of the details. I was shocked. He told me that my essay was memorable because it was different and stood out among the normal styled essays. I felt pretty good that day and related the story to my literature teacher and many of my friends. I believe certain friend who went on to be a High School guidance counselor even uses it from time to time. (Thanks BP!)
All that being said sometimes I have thoughts that I want to write down and maybe reflect on later or random ideas that spawn from a dream. Or just wackiness that I just think is interesting. I don't think many will read these rambling introspections, but for those that do... thanks for reading.
Personaly I dont think I am a very good writer. Talking I am good with, but writing is usually a disaster. My spelling, grammer and punctuation are horrible and the modified hunt and peck that I call typing makes the whole process a living nightmare. I write the way I talk and the way I talk is not the way things should properly be written (I think that is the case with most people).
My college entrance application required an a essay on any given topic. At the time I didn't have a vague idea what to write about and I already knew at that age that my penmanship was already a nightmare. But I went ahead and wrote about a social interaction that was part of my school life. The Basketball Wild Bunch. I don't remember the details or what I was trying to convey, but I wrote it in my tone and style. I handed it to my literature teacher to have her edit it for me so that I dint look like a complete idiot. She corrected a few spelling errors (this was before the days of F7 and auto correction), but left everything else as it was. I was a little shocked, but she explained to me that the way I wrote the essay was an extension of who I am and reflected my personality and character.
A few months after I was accepted to college I attended a lunch-in that was held for new students to mingle with local existing students, alumni and faculty. One of the faculty members that was present was also on the application committee. Somewhere the conversation came around to the essays that are submitted. To my surprise he recalled my essay and even remembered some of the details. I was shocked. He told me that my essay was memorable because it was different and stood out among the normal styled essays. I felt pretty good that day and related the story to my literature teacher and many of my friends. I believe certain friend who went on to be a High School guidance counselor even uses it from time to time. (Thanks BP!)
All that being said sometimes I have thoughts that I want to write down and maybe reflect on later or random ideas that spawn from a dream. Or just wackiness that I just think is interesting. I don't think many will read these rambling introspections, but for those that do... thanks for reading.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)