|In praise of crazy (standard:humor, 905 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Mar 15 2014||Views/Reads: 12959/557||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I made the mistake the other night of complaining out loud. It is one thing to complain under your breath so that nobody hears you or knows what you are complaining about. But when you complain out loud, then you run the chance of somebody hearing you.|
I made the mistake the other night of complaining out loud. It is one thing to complain under your breath so that nobody hears you or knows what you are complaining about. But when you complain out loud, then you run the chance of somebody hearing you. The somebody I was most concerned about was the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Some things are meant to be kept to yourself and for obvious reasons. For some reason, who knows what it was, I let my guard down and vocalized my complaining. I must confess that it rather caught me off guard. “What are you complaining about,” my wife said directing the question to me. At first, I did not know what she was talking about because I did not realize that I was vocalizing my complaints. All I could say at the time was, “Did I say that out loud?” My wife has a delicate way of backing me in a corner where I have to say what is on my mind. Fortunately, I do not have much of a mind for anything to get on. Unfortunately, my tongue is not attached to anything and so it is loosey-goosey. What I was complaining about were all the crazy people, particularly on television. Just when you think you have seen the most crazy thing, something else or someone else takes the lead in the race to crazyville. Since my wife asked me, I let go on a very eloquent rant against crazy. At this point, I forget the exact crazy that set me off. But it does not matter. If it were not one thing, it would be another thing. I have tried throughout my life to be an equal crazy complainer. If you are crazy, you can be sure I am going to complain about you. “You, in particular,” my wife was directing this toward me, “ought to be quite thankful about all of the crazy people in the world.” That set me off on another rant. I am not thankful for the crazy people in this world. The less crazy people the better I am going to like it. And I made the mistake of telling her exactly what I thought about that. We do not need more crazy people, I argued. Someone in Congress ought to pass a law against crazy. While I said that, it occurred to me that most of the crazy people are in Congress. I do not want more crazy people in this world. Enough is enough already, move on. “Really,” my wife argued, “you ought to be happy about all the crazy people in the world.” At this point, I was tempted to direct my complaining toward her. But you know what that would mean, and so do I. I finally broke down and asked her what in the world she was talking about. One of the things I have learned throughout the years of marital bliss is that if you ask your wife to tell you something, she will do it. But I was desperate at this time and I needed a little bit of clarification. She looked at me, paused as if she was collecting her thoughts and then said, “You should be thankful that there are so many crazy people out in the world. The more crazy people there are, the more you are going to fit in. If for some reason we could eliminate all the crazy people in the world you would be a very lonely person.” She continued her explanation by saying, “Every crazy person takes the focus away from you. If there were not enough crazy people out in the world people would be focusing on you and complaining about how crazy Click here to read the rest of this story (32 more lines)
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