Every once in awhile something happens that has me thinking, wow, I had no clue.This morning I had me one of those I had no clue moments.
My #1 guilty pleasure TV show is The Real Housewives of New York City. I find this show to be highly amusing. Except for the past 2 weeks when I, along with a lot of other viewers, found it highly disturbing.
What happened was there was a moment when it became obvious, to the other housewives, that one of them had a serious mental disorder. When that moment of realization hit them, they suddenly quit arguing with the disturbed one and instead turned, sort of, sympathetic.
I had that sort of a moment of realization this morning via an email that made clear that the sender was not just, well, mean-spirited, but instead something far more disturbing.
My usual reaction would be to blog the email and make fun of its ridiculousness. But, instead my reaction was that this is just really sad. And then I found myself feeling sorry for the sad soul. I knew there was nothing I could do, or would want to do, to help, but I also knew I didn't need to make it worse by feeding the neurosis.
So, that's been my Friday, so far this morning, sitting here feeling thankful that I know a lot of sane people in Texas.
I think I'm really going to enjoy my sanatorium time on the Tandy Hills today. Before I have to be in Arlington.
8 comments:
I'm glad you realize the true problem with this whole scenario. You've got so many better things to be thinking and blogging about. For instance, our trip to Moab. :-)
CT2---
Before I say anything else, I must say, the battery went dead, I didn't hang up on you!
Sorry you almost choked from laughing when I read that wacky doodle email to you. I think only you, Gar the Texan and maybe a couple others would get what's, uh, funny.
As for Moab, you must disabuse yourself of the camping notion. The last time I tried to rough it, camping-wise, it did not go well.
I heard beeping...kinda figured your phone was dying...sorta like a heart monitor slowly fading away.
I had to laugh. It's ridiculous, but also like you mentioned...very sad, almost tragic.
No need to rough it, they have nice beds in hotel rooms that will do quite nicely, electrical outlets to brew coffee, and fully accommodating baths to wash all the grime away in style. ;-)
CT2---
I heard the beeping too, but thought it was you beeping, not me.
I don't remember getting all that grimy in Moab. I've stayed in the Moab Super 8 more than any other place in Moab. Now you've got me thinking about taking a bath....
I bet I beat ya to it...had to after working in the yard! :-)
CT2---
You should have called whilst in the tub. I can't remember the last time we took a bath together. The phone link would have made it a virtual co-bath. Sorta.
And here I was thinking Texan sanity was an oxymoron, or urban myth.
Somaphx---
I may have been being sarcastic about that sane Texans remark. I can't remember for sure now.
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