I Take Some Of The Blame
First posted on August 23, 2006
I know most, if not all, the things that happen in my day are my fault. Okay, sure, I have a stop on the short bus route to the Loony Land Amusement Park and Electroshockitorium in front of the building but I have to take my share of blame because I do exacerbate situations.
Whether it’s due to my lack of interest in the subject that is being bandied about like a beach ball in a tidal wave or that I’m just a bat-faced troglodyte who has such disregard for humans in general and folks I come in contact with specifically that I’ll say anything that pops into my evil head in an attempt to make their brains explode. Well, I’m just not entirely sure.
This woman was prattling on about. . .ah, oh yeah, that’s right, it was something I could only care less about if Oprah was talking about it. Although it was only twenty or twenty five minutes in entirety, it seemed like half an hour.
She continues on, the short bus outside revving it’s tiny engine, about how people don’t care about one another anymore. How mankind is on a downward spiral that continues to create a vortex of despair that covers the world in a blanket that darkens the souls of mankind. But, to quote her exactly,
“You’s knows that people suck. They don’t wanna be helping nobody.”
Ah, Socrates, thy nettles sting intently.
She began to philosophize about her downstairs neighbor.
“That fucking scumbag.”
I don’t know what transpired to make her feel that way about her fellow human but, if her contorted face was any indication, she felt it deeply. As she continues, I can’t help but wonder what Mayberry-like existence she’s been living in for the last forty years. I’d be hard pressed to remember a time when a neighbor would surreptitiously leave an apple pie on your porch without you sending it to the lab for inspection. When the neighbor swinging on their porch all day and night wasn’t viewed askew. When little Johnny would ask a parent if he could escort little Susie to the prom instead of trying to nail her doggie style on the school bus.
Then it dawned on me. One thing IS missing in society. It’s a phrase I haven’t heard for many, many years. This fact must be the lynchpin that slid from the drive shaft of humanity that set us skittering rudderless down the embankment of strife and ill will.
Sure, it’s just a phrase in a commercial uttered by Florence Henderson, but, as a humanity, haven’t we received most of our enlightenment from television?
I waited until she took a breath before saying,
“I know what it is. The world just doesn’t have Wesonality anymore.”
I’ll admit to saying things like that for my own benefit. I just enjoy when the tops of people’s heads ignite. It reminds me of sparklers on the 4th of July.
