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,Â
He says, Why am I soft in the middle now?Â
Why am I soft in the middle?Â
The rest of my life is so hard!Â
I need a photo-opportunity,Â
I want a shot at redemption!Â
Don’t want to end up a cartoon,Â
In a cartoon graveyard …..
Love the Paul Simon reference today, Fadra. Relating big time on the dog poop and bathroom etiquette, too. 😉
It’s the soft in the middle part that really resonates with me. But I guess my life isn’t really that hard.
when i hover and get pee on the toilet seat, i always wipe it clean after…. #just sayin. love you, Fadra!
But WHY the hover? Oh, I will never understand.
Nodding along with you in all three directions 🙂
Maybe it’s a woman thing. We just don’t always get it.
Yes, yes, and yes. It is hard to be happy, completely happy. The dog poop, yes please people pick it up, NO ONE wants to see it!! And of course the toilet seat conspiracy, that I just don’t understand either. Men, seriously? Put the seat DOWN!!!
See? You don’t understand any of it either!
Thank you for this, I needed a brain dump too. And I totally get you on the happiness. And the pee spray. Because, seriously.
But mostly the pee spray. I don’t understand that.
I don’t understand the toilet seat hovering at all.
I know, right? Just wipe it and sit.
I love that song. Need to hear it today. And try to be happy with what I have.
We all need perspective once in a while.
“Get these mutts away from me. You know, I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore.” I LOVE Paul Simon. One of my top three favorite song writers. And I’ve come around to believing the main purpose for us on earth is not to be happy. We are to learn and grow and serve. That is best done by stretching ourselves. Which is mostly uncomfortable. (Just my opinion.)
I definitely think we are here to learn. But I’d like to be happy in the process 🙂
I hear you re those things you listed as not understanding why or how….the one that gets me the most is that I simply don’t and never will understand how anyone can deliberately hurt another human being – “hurt” of all kinds and levels of severety. I am saddened by the way I see so many parents (mostly mothers I see) treating their children like dirt! They yell at them, swear at them, humiliate them, shame them, and then these same parents expect thier children to behave! Wow! Maybe they need to see thier parenting on a hidden camera!
Ok, that’s enough! I could probably go on a bit more, but I won’t.
You know where I see that behavior? In Target. I don’t know what it is about that store but I see the worst parenting there. And at Ross. It makes me so sad and then I wonder if anyone has ever watched me on a really bad day. It’s always good to check yourself.
So true. Men can’t close drawers or cabinets either. And the squatters? They’re worse because they pee all over the floor and we step in it and track the germs all over the planet. Yuk. Down with squatters. I don’t understand why people hurt each other either. But they do it continually and then we hear it on the news. I do understand why I can’t watch the news.
Ha – I just wrote in another comment how my husband is with drawers and cabinets! I’m with you. Down With Squatters.
I seriously do not get the hover either – or dog poop – or…YES, Men who cannot close drawers. My husband leaves his undies drawer open EVERY DANG DAY. ARgh.
OMG – YES. The drawers! They are open like an inch or two. At least he’s gotten better about closing the kitchen cabinets but I’m still shaking my head.