I’m incredibly lucky to have an amazing group of people in this tribe who are so supportive and lovely and wonderful to me and to each other. Even when I get critical comments or emails they’re mostly things like,
“I like you a lot, but you’re sort of stupid. But I still like you. And maybe you know you’re stupid and that makes you smart and I’m stupid for not getting it. You’ve given me a headache. Hugs.”
“You are very funny, but if you don’t stop putting two spaces at the end of each sentence I will hunt you down and set fire to your cats. Have a blessed day.”
“Women like you should be forcibly stoned.”
I agree with the last one, but I might be misunderstanding the intent. On the second, I can’t stop with the two spaces after a sentence. I wrote on an old-fashioned type-writer (the kind that has its own suitcase) for years before word processors became popular and I’m stuck in my old ways. At this point you’re lucky I don’t use white-out to correct my posts. The first critique is very flattering, as Edith Bunker and Gracie Allen are great heroes of mine and I do try to emulate them at times, and it’s also nice because when I unintentionally say something incredibly stupid (quite often) people just dismiss it as being part of my satirical hyperbole instead of me actually being stupid. Do not be fooled. I’m actually very stupid. But I’m aware of it and I think that’s what makes me vaguely entertaining. I can say illogical, ridiculous things and people will laugh at me (and with me) because most people are just as illogical and ridiculous as I am, but they try to hide it in the real world and they find great relief in finding like-minded, happy and self-aware stupid people here on this blog. Some are doctors, engineers, astronomers, even a large number of rocket scientists, and they are all happily stupid. Which is lovely because the wisest people you’ll ever meet are those who know that they know nothing. Someone said that once. I’m pretty sure it was Edith Bunker.
I don’t have good way to end this. I just wanted to say thanks. This last month has been difficult. I had a cancer scare, found out I was sicker than I thought, had to go on narcolepsy meds, missed out on a family trip to Japan because my anxiety flared up, and spent much of the last 6 weeks helping with Victor’s meemaw, who hasn’t left the hospital since February. The good news is that I don’t have cancer, I got meds for my sickness (more on that when I feel like I can talk about it), Victor and Hailey went to Japan together and had fabulous bonding time, and meemaw was moved to rehab today and looks 100% better and we might get to bring her back home in another week.
Things are looking up. Thanks for looking out for me when they were down, even if you didn’t know about it. It makes a difference. You make a difference. I love your stupid faces.