Dumb is a Lifestyle Choice

I'm tired and cranky. My blood pressure is probably up, and I can't seem to lose any weight. My job, while complex, is only difficult when the powers that be try to "improve" things. I have also discovered in recent months that I secrete a pheremone that attracts conversation with unintelligent people. This biochemical is apparently able to transmit over the phone or even the internet. Weird, isn't it?

Does this sound familiar? Probably.

While Jeff has been giving us insight into a less commercial but certainly more accurate version of our nation's history, I have been stressing about remodeling my house and getting ready to go back to Iraq. I have seen and heard several things lately that probably warrented a post or two, but I have very little energy left to spend once my workday is done and the kids are asleep. I usually spend this particular piece of my day hanging out with my wife, and bitching about my day or listening to her do the same. We both deal with other people's problems (more or less), and we have both come to the conclusion that most people are completely incapable of dealing with life without serious coaching. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that people are stupid, but I do think that people are definately lacking when it comes to certain life skills.

For instance, I had a woman call me the other day to complain about one of my Soldiers. He rents a house from her. She told me that she had called the police, and that they had referred her to me. It turns out that my young friend does not mow his yard as often as she would like. During the entire (long) conversation, I kept getting a mental picture of several cops chuckling together in a squad room.

This is only funny the first few times that it happens. At some point, I actually become willing to mow lawns for Soldiers in order to avoid extended conversations with people who can't cope with everyday issues.

I have an aquaintance who firmly believes that his girlfriend has murdered her last three boyfriends. Apparently, her boyfriends in Oregon, Maryland, and Arizona respectively all had heart-attacks under the age of thirty. He is worried that he will be next. I tried to explain to him that his heart-attack would probably be more about meth and less about her, at which time he decided that we couldn't be friends anymore (breaks my freaking heart). Before the conversation ended, he told me that while he feared for his life, he couldn't leave her because they had bought an RV together.

huh?

So, Faithful Reader, when you run across an idiot or two while going about your business tomorrow, remember that I am busy mowing lawns for extra cash to make RV payments, not because I care, but because I just really need the peace and quiet.