There are days when I think life would make more sense if I was experiencing it through Dr. Phil’s television talk show. At least on his show; massive amounts of drama make sense at the end of an hour. So, maybe what I really need to do is limit all drama in my life to just, Monday through Friday, between 3:00 PM and 4:00 PM, Eastern Time. That way I just might be able to keep my mind on other things that are helpful to living a none-toxic life.
I say this because people have a constant habit of doing things like…
- Telling me that they are working on dealing with one thing, while all signs point to them doing something entirely different.
- Asking me for help and then, once they get my assistance, being as difficult as they possibly can about following directions.
- Complaining about how things work when they barely have a handle on how to use the device or system they are bitching about.
- Impeaching their own credibility with the authorities and then blaming the authorities when things fall apart.
- Expecting reliability from that which has a proven track record of being unreliable.
- Telling people how to handle their affairs when they can’t even step up to the plate when it counts in handling their own.
“Now,” I’m not perfect. “I get that.” I also get that, “Other people aren’t perfect.”
But, “When does the insanity stop?” Surely, I can’t be the only one who is seeing the bigger picture?
I know that negative news sells; sometimes even better than sex does. But, have we really become a society that needs constant negative drama to feel alive?
How does drama trump sex, anyway? “What’s wrong with people?”
“Me?” I can’t stand the constant theatrics. So, I guess people will know when I’ve finally had enough, especially when they try to call my phone and get Dr. Phil on the line instead. Some days, “Call forwarding is a beautiful thing.”