Is Being Sane Too Much to Ask? (standard:humor, 911 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 29 2021	Views/Reads: 818/540	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
If anybody knew anything about this, it was King Solomon, the wisest man that ever lived. We may think what we're doing is new, but in all sanity, nothing is new.

When young, I remember my grandfather often saying to me, "the world
wasn't like this when I was your age." Then he would go on a long rant 
about how things were much different when he was my age. Finally, he 
would conclude by saying, "It's an insane world out there, son." 

I can't remember all he said, but one thing was when he was young,
people were rather sane and the things they did. He explained it to me 
to the best of his ability, and I listen to the best of my ability. But 
then, sane to one person can be insanity to another. 

Recently, I caught myself saying the same things to one of my
grandchildren, and then it dawned on me, "Have I become my 
grandfather?" 

Pondering this a little bit, I thought, is this generation just as
insane as my generation? Or, where did this generation inherit their 
insanity? 

Looking at the culture around us, it's hard to see anything with any
sense of sanity. Trying to listen to contemporary music is crazy. Not 
only can I hardly understand the lyrics, but they don't make sense. 

Wanting to do some research on this, I went to the shopping mall, sat in
the middle with some coffee, and watched people pass by. 

It's been a long time since I've been out in public like this, and I'm
not sure I'm going to do it anytime soon. Watching these people, 
however, got me thinking a bit of what actual sanity is. 

So many people walked by wearing such clothes that it was rather
embarrassing. 

Young ladies were wearing trousers full of holes and rips and tears. It
looked like they got them out of some trashcan. 

Someone told me, I have no idea it is true, but those trousers start at
$100 each. The more rips and tears, the more expensive they are. 

When I was young, nobody wore trousers like that, at least in public.
But what was sane yesterday is now insane. 

If only I would've known this back then, I could have saved my trousers
and sell them today for my retirement fund. 

When I thought I saw everything there walked past me about a half dozen
young men, I think they were young, whose trousers were down almost to 
their knees. How they could walk around like that without tripping was 
beyond the level of my sanity. 

For a moment, I wanted to walk up and say, "Excuse me, but your pants
are dropping off." 

Where does something like that come from? Who in the world said that was
"the thing" to do? 

I would like to see them outside trying to run away from a barking dog. 

As I sat there trying to wag my head and clear the clutter, I saw
something that scared me at first. 

Looking down one lane, I saw three young ladies coming, and I did not
know what to do. It looked like they had painted their clothing on. 
I've never seen anything so crazy in all my life. I didn't know what to 
do. I didn't know if I should run. Should I just sit there and close my 
eyes? 

As they walked by, I noticed that they did have clothes on. But, for the
life of me, I don't know how they got those clothes on, and I could not 
imagine how they would take them off. 

Seeing these young ladies with their painted-on clothes, I could
appreciate the ladies wearing raggedy torn trousers. I'm not sure which 
is worse, but I think at the time I would have voted for the terrible 
trousers. 



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