Noted sociologist Isaac (who needs only one name), coined the term ‘raindrama’ two years ago. He noted that the actual or impending presence of rain immediately connotes an intense dramatic feel to all human activity exposed to it. Conversely, his observation also ridicules anyone who hasn’t noticed this tendency in their own personal lives, citing it as evidence of willful obstinance.
I made this a few years ago. Someone sent it to me, saying they’d seen it out in the wild internet.
“It can always be worse” is simultaneously a profound truth, a trite cliché, and a threat.
“If you continue to argue with an idiot, there are two idiots.” – X
During my last visit to Crystal Bridges, all I could see in Carroll Cloar’s “Charlie Mae Practicing for the Baptizing” painting was Post Malone, inexplicably standing in a river.
I can’t unsee it, no matter how much I read about the painting.
.
.
Contrary Opinion Rationality Rule:
How you respond to contradictory and reciprocal opinion offered without malice is one of the best indicators of your temperament and ability to think rationally. Emotional or disproportionate responses to an opinion so offered are indicators of cognitive dissonance or in recognition of the frailty inherent in the arguments you choose to employ.
“That’s what he was telling me, anyway, right before I hit him with a pillowcase full of rocks.” – X
.
.
Social Media Exclusion Observation
If you say, “I can’t be on Facebook,” you have one of 4 problems: you despise seeing contrary opinion due to the precarious and unmeasured depth of your own, your view of the world is fundamentally unhappy, you aren’t pruning your social tree to weed out those motivated by values which demean, or you don’t strive to put out into the world that which you wish to reflect back.
Facebook gives you magnificent control to decide whose content you see. It gives you the ability to ignore, block, hide, or scroll past meaningless content. It can’t give you peace if you’re not generally peaceful in your heart. It can’t grant wisdom if you can’t use it for personal and heartfelt content that you value. It can’t make the people you chose to include in your social media circle speak and behave in a manner that you feel they should. You can’t either, for that matter. Stop trying to make people align with your internal idea of how they should mold their opinions. You have permission to release them to be friends in the real world without also needlessly struggling to reconcile them to your life on social media. Let’s face it – some people simply aren’t capable of silence or the solace the scrolling past without throwing a cup of mud into your face.
.
.
Forget the original lyrics. Here’s my take on current events. You’re welcome, X
.
.
.
.
The world would be much more musical if people’s heads sounded like marimbas when you punch them. Especially at boxing matches.
.
.
The Elder Observation: The world isn’t fundamentally different; your focus, attention, and energy, however, is more likely to be concentrated on the extremes, especially as you grow older. Choices in clothing, food, music, and opinion dwindle; use this tendency as a warning sign that you’ve grown rigid.
.
.
I wrote a movie about a dyslexic hacker. Unfortunately, it was 789 minutes long.
.
.
“Go Tell It On The Mountain” sounds like prank advice.
.
.
It’s not relevant, but I wonder if Bigfoot’s cellphone plan has roaming charges.
.
.
Thanks! Panache, wit, and an actual laugh – all without even opening the envelope. While I certainly appreciate anyone with the nerve, time, and interest to send me a card of any kind, I confess that I’m often surprised by the lack of reciprocity of my admittedly weird efforts to keep life interesting. When it comes, I gain a little hope that not everything I do falls on deaf ears, dim eyes, or uninterested v̶i̶c̶t̶i̶m̶s̶ people in my life.
Signed, The King.
Card-giving is a declining art form. It’s okay to kill tradition and even stick your tongue out while you’re doing it.
.
.
While getting dressed for the formal event, I suddenly realized where the cliché “the ties that bind” originated.
.
.
I can’t help but feel a little put out when the pastor announces that “almost everyone” should join him in song.
.
.
Some doubt that Bigfoot is real. As for me, I doubt he’s a Baptist.
.
.
P.S. Parenthetically Speaking 