Take notice that some (many) people exuberantly believe things to save their ego that is so untrue that renders the belief comical.
Case in point:
The old saying that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. This is clearly true right? How many times have you kept doing the same thing time and time again every time thinking that there will be a slight difference in the returns from the last time you did that same idiotic behavior!
But I have a couple more musings that I want to key my good readers to:
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The recognition that you are the dumbest person in the room generally means you are one of the smartest. Flipping this on its head: Recognizing that you are one of the smartest people in the room usually means in kind that you are one of the dumbest.
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If recognizing that I am insane is the definition of sanity then why is recognizing that I am sane not the definition of insanity? LOL – rofl – silly humans
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OK… a religious reference So I consider myself unworthy of being saved — because I know that I sin. So why do so many people plead to God, Man and Whoever else will listen to save them rather than accepting that through the simple act of believing that I am unworthy and asking for forgiveness is the thing that makes me most worthy of God’s LOVE?
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And my favorite: If I think I am the brightest star in the heavens (or in the recording studio, or on the block, or my TV, or the nightclub, or the workplace, or the gym, or on the sea, or even the mountaintop) I truly am one of the dullest stars in fact! It is only in believing that I am the dullest that I am truly the brightest.
Don’t mess up a good thing by making the positive superlative your moniker because it is in being the negative superlative that people are real.
A guy I used to know always used to ask Why me? And he would never get to the real, valid, truthful answer — he was no good! The real question he should have been asking which no one ever asks:
Why not me?
We ask questions like:
- Why was I hit by the bullet?
- Why was my child taken?
- Why was I fired?
- Why did my husband leave me?
- Why didn’t I win the million dollars?
- Why can’t I sing like that?
- Why can’t I get a man?
- Why do I always end up alone?
- Where’s my lucky charm?
- Why haven’t I made it to the top yet?
- Why does the goalpost keep moving?
- Why haven’t I hit it big?
- Where have all the good girls gone?
When in fact flip the question around and figure out that the problem just might be the person asking the question not the question itself. Pres. Kennedy asked a question of a generation of Americans: ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country… and I think that generation was so much better for it that they solved crisis and generally set right things that til then were awkwardly off balance. Generation X and Y and now Z are very different. One was about US, one was Me first, but the last seems to only be about ME – who cares about you! I only wonder what Generation A (I think that’s the next one) will be thinking – of course if we don’t all wend up dead from exposure to lithium ion batteries and become infertile and barren or wound and bound up so tight as to make procreation impossible. And of course ADHD, drugs, the fear that I won’t/can’t/may not make it causes everyone to explode from self-loathing.
The problem is the third world is getting into the blame game. China is poised to outpace Americans as the most depressed people on earth. Could you image if India joins in on the blame game. 2.5 billion people on anti-depressants, anti-psychotics, and whatever other malaise blurring drugs Pfizer, Merck, Microsoft, Kraft, the Internet, Apple, AT&T and UnitedHealthCare can dream up. Yes I know some of those aren’t drug companies, but I think technology is its own drug – sometimes an even more sinister one! And everyday we globally imprison more and more people in the hope of a new iPod or computer or web game – because it all costs something and when you can’t pay it in cash you usually have to pay for it some other way.
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this was one of my favorite postings… the musings are spot on and the poignant wandering from connected subject to connected subject is something of sheer beauty…