Dear Dr. Monica,
Val, of QBG Tilted, asks, Why are people so stupid and can I hit them with bricks?
First of all, Missy, leave the bricks at home. They’re not just there to hold your house together, you know.
Now, let’s get to your question, shall we? Why are people stupid? You might as well be asking me, why does a boy named Buster Brown and his dog, Tige, live in a shoe? Or, why did the chicken cross the road?
Because. That’s why!
But, I’ll be frank. As you know, Dr. Monica has the answer to everything, and what I don’t know I make up, plain and simple. So I will answer your question in a very thoughtful way:
A wise woman once said, people are either selfish or stupid. And she is right. Take the ones who don’t clean up after their dogs. Selfish! Or the fella who thinks he’s being funny when he boards a plane and says he has a bomb. Stupid! How about The lady at a party who gets tipsy and then puts a lampshade on her head, when you and I know that putting a lampshade on your head is no longer fashionable. Stupid strikes again!
But is that any reason to hit them with a brick? A two-by-four, maybe, but not a brick, no sir! For eventually, these are the very same folk who end up tanking in a dark corner, and flicking their spittle everywhere. Pretty soon no one’s hanging out with them, except maybe other stupid people, and they’re off somewhere singing “100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall,” and try getting that ear worm out of your head!
The social demise of stupid people can take anywhere from five months to fifty years, but don’t you worry. They all get their comeuppance in good time. So next time you feel like throwing a brick at one of them, sit back and wait instead. And while you’re waiting, maybe you can take that two-by-four and whittle something nice for yourself. Hold on to your bricks or donate them to the Three Little Pigs. I hear they’re in need of a sturdier home.
And, in the words of Forrest Gump, who once said many times, “Stupid is as stupid does.”
Well said, Mr. Gump, well said.
My husband wants a pair of recliners, one for him and one for me. From what I understand recliners are a real design faux pas …but the ones he is eying have the name Lazy-Boy on them which in my book is pretty fancy. To recline or not to recline (in the living room)…that is my question.
Georgette, I’m sorry but I’m with your husband. After all, you reach a certain age, a point in your life when all you really need and want to do is get comfy and recline. To put your legs up and feel the stress and pressure of gravity slip away.
So why should you deny yourself that? Recliners aren’t tacky, they’re what nature intended for us. Some of our most brilliant thinkers and inventors found inspiration while reclining. It is said that General George Washington decided to cross the Delaware after spending the night reclining, and the rest as they say is history. Who knows what good you’ll accomplish by reclining. Your grand kids will come over more often just so they can get in on your reclining action, too.
So, recline already! Join the club! Yes, I am a closet recliner, now it can be said. I love me a good recliner and mine isn’t as fancy as the ones you can find at Lazy-Boy, which is the father of all recliners. So, if it was good enough for Joey to buy recliners for him and Chandler (See “Friends,” episode 39, titled “The One Where Ross and Rachel…You Know”), and if it’s good enough for me to doze off every night while watching Brian Williams, then my dear, it’s good enough for you and your hubby. Enough said.
My Inner Chick asks,
Why doesn’t God answer my prayers NOW, today, immediately!??????????
Kim, that’s a lot of question marks. Which makes me think, you must really want to know the answer. So, just for you I did a little research, and then I followed it with a little introspection, and here’s what I came up with:
Good news, Kim. He does answer them. In his own way, of course. You just need to sit silently and listen to his reply. For it’s in the breeze and in the beauty of everyday life. When you close your eyes, when you dream, he’s paying attention and replying. Also when you hear Chopin playing on the piano or discover a new shade of lipstick that you adore and must have. That’s him answering your prayers.
He’s in Mr. Liverpool’s kisses and in your father’s hugs. Your mother’s baked goods, too. Not to mention, all the little things that give you strength and courage to go on each day, and breathe and advocate for women. That’s God answering your prayers, including prayers you didn’t even know you had. But you know what Kim? Sometimes those prayers he’s responding to, are other people’s prayers. Like the woman who’s husband abuses her and she prays for guidance and for help, and suddenly she hears your message. That’s God listening and answering and helping you help others when they need it most.
The thing to remember is God just doesn’t have a smart phone and he’s lousy at texting. Forget about Skype. Frankly, there are somethings that are out of his control because he’s put them in yours and mine and everybody else’s. So you may think he’s not answering your prayers, but he is. Trust him, trust yourself, and you’ll see.
A wise little hummingbird once whispered in my ear, “Have faith.” So I’m passing it on to you, along with a great big hug.
Now who else has a question? Dr. Monica is at your service!