From One Inquiring Mind To Another

Have you ever bumped into an old classmate from school and think, Holy Bejesus, they look like a pile of steaming shit or they've gotten fat as a cow or how in the hell have they managed to stay looking so good after so many years?

Chances are, they are most likely thinking one of those thoughts upon seeing you.

Have you ever gone into a restaurant, sat down, start eating the food and wonder if one of the cooks in the back put a booger in your food for any number of reasons?

I have. But I keep eating anyway.

Do you feel the need to be in constant communication with a friend or relative via cell phone, text messaging or some other electronic form of communication? Yes? No?

If you replied yes, would it be alright if I cut off your head, scoop out the crap and make a decorative planter out of your skull? I thought it would be more polite if to ask.

Have you ever been stuck in traffic or in a public place where there are just too many people? Have you ever thought about how nice it would be for a meteor to hit the planet and wipe out just enough people to cut down on your traffic time?

Has your boss or supervisor ever asked you to do something that made you uncomfortable?

Was it something called work?

If you saw a homeless person begging for food, would you....

A: Give them something to eat?
B: Ignore them?

Or C: Notice how "good" your old classmate looks after all these years?

Though it would have been a wonderful gesture on the part of our government leaders to have been more involved in searching and working on efforts to replace oil as our main source of energy and fuel in the last 20 years with a cleaner, cheaper source of energy, instead of looking out for themselves, isn't it gratifying to know that soon after the next major world war (over oil, likely) will be a return to the more simpler times of living in caves or huts, consuming food without chemicals and talking to one another, face to face?

In reality, though, I doubt it will be that nice with all the nuclear fallout and the sun being blocked out for hundreds of years. And so on. Actually, I worry most about the rich. Without their money and an economic system created to enslave everyone into being cogs in the Big Machine, the upper class may have a struggle coping with having to live without material luxuries and being forced to work to survive.

I will start praying for them right now. Here I go.

Why do people walk right in front of you in a busy parking lot without looking around to see if they're going to be hit by a car?

Do they have that much trust in me?

How sadly misguided.