Posts Tagged ‘weird’
So Weird
What I find weird about hateful, angry people is the level to which they are succeeding in unabashedly flaunting their rude or disrespectful statements and behaviors. It has become increasingly difficult for honorable people to collectively compensate for the onslaught of unsavory energy trashing our world.
It is weird how the prevailing narrative of a US Presidential election is that one person winning the office will instantly solve all the problems considered most important to that candidate’s supporters. I don’t think it works that way.
It seems rather weird that people willingly draw attention to their allegiance to a rude and disrespectful ideology. Big signs, big flags, and blatant vulgar language intended to profess adamant support for arguably the weirdest candidate who repeatedly violates laws and standards.
Weirdness prevails despite the desire of some people to have their version of normalcy universalized. Is up up today or is up down? Group thinkers against group thinking. There should be only good news in the world and we are willing to kill people to achieve it. I’m not weird, you’re weird.
If two wrongs don’t make a right, does doubling down on weirdness make any outcome less weird?
Is it weird that people who lie tend to get angry when presented with facts that counter their lies? Imagine if they didn’t. It would be mind-blowingly weird today if liars suddenly accepted correction and ended their deceit.
For some people, weirdness is considered a badge of honor. Those who wish for an absence of nonconformity are unlikely to see it that way.
I find myself returning to the phrase, “[Thou] doth protest too much.”
The more energy a person puts into protesting being labeled weird, the more likely they are cementing the authentication of said weirdness.
If the shoe fits, weirdo…
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How’s That?
While Cyndie and I were away on Saturday afternoon, we had a new ranch helper recruit from the University of Wisconsin-River Falls stop by to care for our animals. We checked on her with a text message, and learned things were all good.
That was followed by this bizarre note:
“Also just FYI, there’s a dead mouse caught in your garage door.”
Excuse me?
She provided a visual aid.
Really.
How in the…?
Timing. It’s all in the timing.
Somehow, in the few minutes after opening the garage door, getting settled in the car, and our backing out, that mouse must have made its way onto the door. Did it drop from a rafter? Climb up from below? I have no idea.
I’m guessing that when Cyndie pushed the button on the remote to close the door, that critter’s tail dropped into the seam that opened between the door panels as they rounded the corner from horizontal to vertical. As fast as that seam opens up, it closes tight, and the mouse’s tail got pinched firmly enough that the poor thing was left helplessly hanging, head down.
Cause of death: Unknown.
At the risk of offering too much information, the body was not stiff when we finally returned home around dinner time.
We made sure to pull up close before opening the door, so we could see the spectacle for ourselves. There it was, hanging plain as day.
We opened the door using the remote and I watched to see the mouse drop when the seam opened as the door climbed the curve in the tracks. It didn’t budge.
We parked the car and I stepped outside while Cyndie took up a position at the button on the wall. I had her push the button to start closing the door until the seam opened and the mouse came into view, then shouted for her to stop it.
The mouse was stuck in place. I grabbed a stick and easily brushed the body free of the door and it fell to the ground, limp.
Who knew it was possible to trap a mouse between the panels of a garage door? Well, I do now.
I know a thing or two, because I’ve seen a thing or two, to borrow J. K. Simmons‘ current catch-phrase from a television commercial.
Just another normal day on the ranch.
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