July 27, 2001


  • Many Thanks to all you who have hung in there while I had my little panic over spending time on writing htat I should have been spending with my kids.  I'm sorry I have been so long in getting new material posted.  Thank you especially to those of you who have sent me email and encouraging comments.  I can breathe again!  The kids aren't any better behaved, but I'm a lot more comfortable with tying them in straight jackets so I can get a few minutes . . . Just KIDDING!


    Here's my latest ten minutes of thought.  Just remember I'm a bit rusty after a couple weeks off, so read it with low expectations. 


    Inane-


    "Refuse to get involved in inane discussions; they always end up in fights." That always sounded like such good advice. But the word inane has such interesting synonyms; absurd, nonsensical, preposterous, ridiculous, quibbling, extravagant, foolish, fantastic, silly; slang screwy.


    Those are all wonderful words. Out of the fantastic what ifs that men have dreamed have come the ideas and inventions, the songs and poems that are the infrastructure and the vehicles that carry our civilization forward.


    Is it the inanity, the silliness, that is the problem or is it the fight? How long can you think on silly things and be entertained by them when you are alone? I can camp out in foolish territory for days on end. That doesn’t make me a fool though. I actually don’t think I’ve ever been angry in a moment of foolishness. No, the anger and the fight comes from my resistance to being labeled a fool. I insist that I’m "perfectly" normal, and I’m hurt by the sting of judgment.


    But there are worse things than being found a fool. I’d rather be a fool than a cynic. I’d rather be silly than safe. And I’d rather live in the fantastic than the mundane.


    Perhaps the problem is when I try to explain my quibbling extravagances to one who can’t see the value of the screwy. I think then that I’ll continue to have inane thoughts and engage in inane discussions. I’ll try not to be so surprised when people call my homeland by it’s name. Labels can’t really hurt me unless I allow my longing for approval to force me out of my ridiculous reality.

Comments (5)

  • So glad you're back!

    I don't see anything wrong with being
    a fantasically silly fool, myself. 

  • HURRAY HURRAY HURRAY!!!  (I was getting tired of the "Weeds")  Love you! CM

  • We're still here. 

  • I can see where this is heading... I am glad your horizons have expanded since this writing - MOST definitely. The world is neither black/white, nor shades of grey, but 16.7 million colors, no?

    As an example of what I mean... In some areas I am deeply cynical, but in others I remain as foolish as the day is long... I think that to be human is to be a walking contradiction.

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