Thursday, August 20, 2009
"Well, I've lost 2 pounds," the still fat woman said.
"Yeah, but the booze doesn't help," the smoker said.
In recent days, I have come to realize in vivid detail that we, each and every one of us, is preaching our own version of the gospel. Though we never want to listen to anyone else's truth, as they are not us and "don't understand," this doesn't stop us from slathering and blathering our own revealed prophecies to anyone who will listen.
Over and over again it happens - one lady stops another in the grocery store to tout the virtues of St. Ives hand lotion, I overhear someone thinking aloud about their next auto purchase and jump in, shouting emphatically, "Don't buy a Kia. I mean, do what you want, but I have a friend who has one and they're replacing the engine to the tune of $3700.00 less than a year later. Toyota, good. Honda, good." Stepping back later, I was slightly aghast: why did I launch into a diatribe that no one had asked for?
Some of us,
Dennises and otherwise, are revered for our ability to rant, just another word for emphatically shoving our beliefs onto others.
Not to get all preachy on ya, but it all reminds me of that story about the speck and beam.