All this week, I was thinking that it might be time for a 5 minute brain dump. And as you probably know, Sunday is the best time to do it. When I turned over the reins of Stream of Consciousness Sunday to Jana, I hoped to be able to still participate from time to time. Frankly, I just forget most of time.
But today, it was fun to pop over and see a fun little writing prompt just waiting for me.
I don’t understand…
It’s pretty broad and I like that. So here goes.
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This is kind of hard one because you can take it on so many directions.
Let’s start by going deep. I don’t understand why it’s so hard to be happy. Speaking for myself, here, of course. First world problems, yes, I know. We have too many things, too many choices, too many pressures. We’re all told to stop and smell the roses. Be thankful for what we have. Hold your babies. Tell someone you love them every chance you get.
And yet, sometimes, the emptiness is overwhelming.
Then there’s the societal “I don’t understand.” I don’t understand why someone hurts another human being. Whether is be through physical violence, emotional abuse, or just plain mean words. Doesn’t that make you feel bad? And if it doesn’t what’s missing in you that doesn’t make you feel bad? Was it your parents? Your friends? Where does it come from?
And then there’s the frivolous.
I don’t understand why people can’t pick up their own dog poop. Nobody wants to see that stuff beside their mailbox. It’s grow. And I don’t understand why males lack the ability to put the toilet seat down. EVER. And I REALLY don’t understand women who squat over a public toilet to avoid sitting on it and PEE ALL OVER THE SEAT.
I mean, seriously. Are toilet seats REALLY that germy? Well, as a matter of fact, YES they ARE when you PEE ALL OVER THEM.
Lots of things I don’t understand. And most of them are pretty abstract because generally speaking, when there is something I don’t understand, I just google it.
Et vous? What are those things that you just can’t comprehend?
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A man walks down the street,
He says, Why am I soft in the middle now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard!
I need a photo-opportunity,
I want a shot at redemption!
Don’t want to end up a cartoon,
In a cartoon graveyard …..
