This is not a post for the faint of heart
This is not a post for the easily offended
I am climbing up on a soap box and I am ranting, I am pounding my shoe on the podium and I am asking “What? Why? How Come?”
If you have an answer share it, I don’t care what it is, I want to know!
Tonight I suffered.
I went to a Christmas dinner , I was moral support. I wondered why I was needed, but found out in the first five minutes.
You ever have a man have a conversation with your chest? I know my chest is big, alright it’s huge, but trust me, it doesn’t talk or do tricks, if you stare at my ninnies they don’t make faces.
I sat through dinner with a woman who talked about Jesus , mind you I was wearing a Star of David, but when she told me she prays every night that her sons don’t marry non Christian girls, I think my tongue started to bleed. When she asked me if Jesus was my lord and Savior, and I said ” No “, her expression was priceless. Thats an image that I will carry with me for the next month. She proceeded to tell me How I just had to invite Jesus into my life and how I would spend eternity burning in HELL if I didn’t find my lord and savior. It probably was a good thing she never let me say a word. It probably was a good thing that the acoustics where bad. It’s a Good thing that I don’t mind being called one of the Devils disciples, and it’s a really good thing I have a sense of humor.
What do you talk about with people who watch TV? The gentleman who tried to strike up a conversation over really bad ice tea ( did I mention that the function was dry?) wanted to talk TV.
Do you watch this show? “no”
How about this one? ‘No’,
and when I tried to explain, I don’t have TV, have not had TV in 15 years, It was like I shouted ” I am a Leper!”
My favorite question, it’s a great one really, after they have sized you up, they hit you with the ” Do you Work?”
Someday I am going to come back with a really snappy response, something clever and not mean.
sigh, but until then I say “yes” and go through the “oh really? what do you do?”
Their reaction is always dependent on what I say, if I say ” I am an artist”, visions of nude pornography and heaven only knows what dance through their heads. Seriously, you can see it plain as day on their face. If I say painter, potter, photographer, glass artist, mosaicest , sculptor, well trust me, thats a whole nother kettle of fish.
I don’t get people.
I really don’t.
I am a hermit for a reason. The reason is simple, I feel like a space alien. I do not understand this world.
Why do people do what they do?
Why do they talk about nonsense? TV shows as if they were real life?
Why do they judge you by what you wear? Who you know? Not by what you know and what you do?
How can they sit next to someone and assume that they are the same religion and then when they find out your not, make it their mission to convert you or crucify you?
Where are their manners? They talk with their mouths full of food, they don’t stand when a woman stands, they eat with hats on ( which I LOATH) they don’t hold doors, they don’t look you in the eye when they speak to you, they pick their nose and their teeth at the table, no please pass, no thank you, no excuse me, no manners.
I don’t get people.
My kids and I had a blast making gifts, every day they ask me to read the comments and they add the names into the bowls. The feedback has been tremendous and has gone a long way towards reinforcing what I have been trying to impart to my kids, and I can not Thank you all enough!
And then..
There are 25 comments on this post, 5 of them are mine, only 9 of them were folks asking to put their name in the bowls, according to the view counter thing over 300 people have looked at this post in the past 3 days. So when the 15 year old asks me why more people aren’t playing, what do I say? I told him I honestly don’t know. I think perhaps folks are daunted by the thought of paying it forward, that it’s easier for some folks to be in debt on a credit card than it is for them to be in debt to Life. Then the wise ass kid says ” but aren’t we in debt to life every day?”
YIKES.
I do not understand people ,
I don’t.
If you know Rodins ” The thinker”, picture me sitting on my soap box in just that posture.