I've noticed recently that a lot of my pals on my favorite social network site are struggling. By struggling, I mean that they are physically and emotionally drained. Maybe it's due to the long winter or maybe it's just because they are tired of being crapped on by everything and everybody or maybe it's Maybelline. I don't know...
What I do know is that I've been there. At times, I've struggled to maintain a positive balance in my life and sometimes I've struggled to love others simply because I had forgotten how to love myself. Sometimes the reality of it all is that we need a break sometimes. Even if it is just five minutes to stop the world and take a time out.
Sometimes the best thing I can do when I see and hear people nearing their breaking point is to simply offer them an invitation to put everything down and take a break with me. Well, with Planet Kirby. Words don't help. Saying I will pray for them doesn't always help. Giving them advice never helps. But sometimes, a humorous blog might be just the diversion that they need. I mean, writing this blog brought me back from the brink of extinction, so let's give it a try...
Today, I was doing some people watching from my pickup truck. I was stopped at the world's longest traffic light, so I thought I'd take a look around and see how other driver's were spending their time as we waited like little Pavlovian humans for the light to change from red to green.
Looking to my right, I looked down into the car next to me and there it was. The trophy shot that some people watchers hope to get a glimpse of at least once in their life. At first, I didn't want to believe what my eyes were watching but there was no mistaking it. The elderly woman in the car next to me was digging for gold! That's right, she was playing the big booger blues with one finger up the old nose trombone. I wanted to look away but for some reason I was unable to turn my head as if I was caught in some sort of inter-stellar nasal vortex.
As the light remained red, she removed her finger and examined the creamy nougat attached to the end of her finger. And then she did it. God, I wanted to look away but my inner Moe Howard wouldn't let me. She examined the tantric treasure as if it were are Milky Way and then with the speed and accuracy of a dragon lizard she extended her tongue and consumed the gooey gold in one senior moment.
I was startled to hear the horn from the car behind me as the light must have changed while I was watching the blue haired woman eat a booger like it was a sirloin steak. Stepping back into reality, I stepped on the gas pedal and reached into the console trying to find my Swiss Army knife so that I could stab my retina's with the plastic toothpick attachment.
So there you go. A little respite from a world that seems to have gone mad. Hey, I've been pushed to the edge a couple times but I can honestly say that I've never eaten a booger.
Just remember, like I always say, "Life is too serious to be taken seriously."
Be Well.
Bill
