Why do people feel compelled to share horror stories of their:
- Long excrutiating experiences while in labor to pregnant women,
especially if they are in their last months of pregnancy.
- Harrowing experiences with unruley children to new mothers/fathers and
parents-to-be.
- Entire experience while getting their wisdom teeth surgically removed to
anyone who will listen.
- Detailed account of how they sustained injuries of any sort to anyone
who will listen.
Have you ever notice that some people ask dumb questions when the situation
is obvious...
- They'll ask you, "Are you okay?" just after they've seen you get hit by
a 2-ton semi truck. What do you say to something like that? "Well...I've
got a bleeding head wound, a broken neck, ten crushed ribs, and I'm dying!
No, I'm *not* okay, call 911, you idiot!"
Why do people, especially waiters/waitresses always ask my companions what
I want? (I am in a wheelchair.)
Why do people assume that I cannot answer their questions, and ask whomever
I'm with "What's wrong with her?"
It's usually guys that do this.
I want to grab 'em by the scruff of the neck and say, "Nothing is wrong
with me, but there's something wrong with you, if you don't think I can
answer that question on my own, and, if you want to know, why dont'cha just
ask *me*!"
'Scuse me for a second! Sorry if that seemed a bit, emotional! It's
something that, even at 16 years old, still bugs me.
Why do parents say "You can't play 'til you clean your room"? Do they
think about what the kid's room is gonna look like when they're done
playing? (Mine never did.)
Why can you bet that you will hear someone say, approximately one
nanosecond before impact. "Hey, is that a truck?"
Here's some flawed logic:
- If Nobody's perfect, and I am Nobody, does that make *me* perfect?
I found this bit of flawed logic written on the bathroom wall:
FIRST hand writing: GOD IS LOVE
SECOND hand writing: LOVE IS BLIND
THIRD, in faint pencil: RAY CHARLES IS BLIND
FOURTH, written in bold handwriting in red Marker:
THEREFORE, RAY CHARLES IS GOD?
* My thought, that I didn't add to the wall:
WELL, IF RAY CHARLES IS GOD,
NIETSCHE WAS WRONG,
AND GOD *IS* ALIVE....
By the way, IF WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO WRITE ON THE WALLS, WHY DID GOD DO IT?
(according to the Bible)
