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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Never Having A Thing To Say

This has happened to me many,
many times before.
I get in front of a computer,
log into my
Blog,
and I have nothing to say.
Me.
With nothing to say.
The person who stills walks every night
and says hello to every complete stranger he meets.
An observation first.
It is funny how a lot of people I say hi to,
do not respond at all
or respond by making a face like,
"Wow. Did you just start talking to me?"
All it is,
is
Common Courtesy.
That is all.
I am not trying trick you,
rob you,
or even molest you.
I am just trying to be neighborly.
And if you do not want to acknowledge someone who says hi to you,
who is on the same sidewalk as you?
Don't go acting like they are the jerk for talking to you.
Just keep on going.
The
World
now knows that you are the fool.
You don't have to make that face to prove it.
I find that people living outside the big metropolitan areas are much friendlier,
but are just as wary of you until they get to know you.
But at least they have
"Common Courtesy."
Did I just get carried away?
It is,
one of my pet peeves.
Now where was I?
Oh yeah.
I was writing about how sometimes I have nothing to say.
I know my kids won't believe it.
They say,
nine out of ten times,
when we are out together,
that I am embarrassing them by talking too much.
And the things I am talking about.
I am just the friendly sort.
Besides.
I grew up in a different era.
I grew up when you had to actually talk to people
Face To Face.
We didn't have computers
or cellphones.
We had
Snail Mail,
Land Lines,
and the dreaded of all,
Conversations.
Ooh,
scary.
Well,
that is me all over.
I never have anything to say.
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This is,
Sorry,
I Had Nothing To Say,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“No one is more insufferable than he who lacks basic courtesy.”
- Bryant McGill -


That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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