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Fearless

What frightens you?  What is it that paralyzes you into inaction?  Remember when you felt invincible?  I can.  I was young and thought nothing could do me harm.  Until that day…..

Pause here for a comment regarding fear: Like courage, there is a fine line between a healthy fear and complete stupidity.

Permit me offer examples:

  • Healthy fear means you don’t walk into a pen full of alligators.  Why? Because you will become lunch or at least a snack.
  • Stupidity means that you, not only walk into a pen full of alligators, but will also hanging chickens from you in hopes of getting their attention.
  • Healthy courage is when you heart the warning of a rattlesnake, photograph said snake, and move on leaving it undisturbed.
  • Stupidity is when you hear the warning of a rattlesnake, photograph said snake, grab it by the tail, poke at it with a stick (or fingers or any other parts you want to poke at it), and then gasp in amazement when you are bitten right in the backside when you weren’t looking.

What I’m saying is this, when did we become SO very cautious that we stop living?  I see people every day who are terrified to drive the speed limit or are scared to death take the slightest chance.  If we were put here on this rock to hide and hope to live longer because we never attempt anything then what boring creatures we are.  I contend that, for whatever reason, we all have a touch of stupidity in our blood stream and at some point in our lives we “wise up” and stop living.

Understand, I do not, in the least, support senseless acrobatic idiocy.  I do, however, support that adventurous part of us that we seem to have locked away (or shot or perhaps banished).  What’s the point of life without living?

 

 

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Mind Has Long Since Vacated The Premises…

Space for Rent

I’ve been thinking, which I do realize is not a good endeavor most of the time, about, of all things, THINKING.  That’s right, I’ve been pondering contemplation, and I liked it.  So there!

But I’ve discovered something.  Thinking seems to be a lost art.  For example, consider warning labels.  When did common sense change?  “Do not use blow dryer in the shower.”  Seriously?  Who truly needs to be reminded that water and electricity is not a fun mixture.  And consider that the term Rectal Thermometer has the key word “rectal” on it for a reason.  Drain cleaner has a warning label that stipulates it is not to be ingested because…….it is BAD!

I’ve been wondering, at what point did we stop thinking and have to be told what NOT to do?  Think for a moment, drinking an abundance of alcohol and then taking a road trip is probably not the wisest call to make.  Nor is it a smart train of thought to consume sleep meds, cold meds, or other items which “may cause drowsiness” before using heavy equipment a good thing.  How many times have you taken Ambien (or something similar) and then gotten the bright idea to use that bulldozer?

We have such warning labels because we have become such a litigious society that, unless it is spelled out for us, we will sue at the blink of an eye.  Are our brains simply a means to keep our ears apart?  When was the last time you were tempted to hold onto a ground wire in a thunderstorm?  Or have you had the uncontrollable urge to drink fabric softener to cure rough, dry skin? Is it truly wise to tease poisonous or violent critters to the point of ticking them off and then wonder why they bite?

Perhaps it’s just me, but in such a world, I truly wonder if the mind has long since vacated the premises and a “for rent” sign has been stamped on the forehead.  Perhaps we should simply dance naked around a volcano and see what happens.

Categories: Hmmmmm........, Koffee Klatch, Perspectives, Wanderer's Wonderings, Wandering Mind | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Adventures in Stoopiditude

People are, by design, pretty intelligent I do believe.  Let’s face it, were we not overly bright, we would have been extinct by now having ended up somewhere along the food chain as some beast’s snack, or pudding, or stew, or roasted bits.  The fact that we have developed such a society raises many flags which speak of a species still on the rise in the brain pan division.  We can, for the most part, form words out of sounds, we have opposable thumbs (which apparently makes us half a breath higher on the ladder than Curious George).  We boast of our achievements, write voluminous tomes detailing our exploits, dreams, fantasies (and I’ll take a bit of a mental walkabout at this juncture……..feel free to talk amongst yourselves or to yourself or raid the fridge).  We build monuments to our accomplishments, brief though they may be, and we have parades to celebrate all things humanity has to offer.  I mean, let’s face facts, no where in the animal kingdom is there a single label on any tube, can, bottle or other container warning the leopards not to stick this product up the woohaa or they may burst into flames.  Humans have to label such things, because we’re brilliant.

Another aspect of the human experience would be escalators.  Yes, these devices of transport which are supposed to take you from the floor to another floor making your mind THINK you’ve take the stairs when, in fact, your only had to step twice and wait.  I completely understand why we have escalators and why they move rather slowly (so people like me won’t think them to be an amusement ride and throw my hands in the air at the most dangerous part), however, what I cannot understand is the incredible need of humanity to clog up the escalator exit because they’ve apparently been lulled into a sleeplike state along the ride and have now to be awakened by Prince or Princess Charming. And some have found that, absent the arrival of said royals, a swift firm kick to the seat of the pants tends to get the body jumpstarted. 

For Goodness’ Sake…MOVE ON ALREADY!!!

This clogging of the doorways, aisles, and other avenues of exodus seems to have reached epidemic proportions.  Anytime a group finds itself released from the group, not only does the group attempt to exit the same door at the same time, but those who actually do step through the doorway tend to stop and congregate as if they’re lost pets awaiting pick up.  Why is that?

Have we become so advanced that we’re beginning to come full circle back to stoopitude?

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