A word (or two) about the less than wise

phEver meet someone who wonder how they made it this far in life? I'm not perfect, and I don't ever expect anyone to be. Some people have no common sense, powers of observation, nor rational thought in their bodies. How have they managed not to be hit by a car, fall off of a bridge, or be pecked senseless by mean sparrows? Some people I really do wonder about. They must have more going for them in other aspects in life than when I meet them.

I work in a retail pharmacy, where I get to study humans in one of their natural habitats. A never ending source of entertainment. How can someone who managed to drive forty miles to get there, walk across a parking lot, and survived their own work week, suddenly drop all common sense when they enter a store. No, I do not know what kind of memory card your camera that you "think" is digital, would take. I can guess, but that doesn't mean it will be right. Do you have the camera with you? No. Hmm...let me look into my crystal ball. You still can't tell left from right? No, the pharmacy does not sell vegetables, but you don't want to walk outside and around the corner of the building to the GROCERY store. How do you get along without my coworkers or my very lighthouse of directions showing you the way? Where's the GPS?

So how have such people made it this far in life? They do not understand the things in their own possession, they don't what direction they are going, and won't be feeding themselves any time soon due to laziness. The rest of us are not hear to guide you through the rest of your existence, we're just here to point and laugh and take it to heart not to be like you. Thank you for the lesson in how to be a responsible, caring, rational human. It's still funny.

If you're reading this, you're probably wondering...

Welcome!
Maybe it is the sublte changing of the seasons, the inevitable shortening of the daylight hours, the knowledge that the long months of winter will soon be upon us, but I had this peculiar urge to start my own blog space. Something to do, a cure for boredom, an outlet for creative thought. A space to show off poor grammatical skills, and to check spelling endlessly, and to accidentally delete my thoughts time and time again. Why not?

What's with the anal retentive concept? Freud's popular, if not entirely accurate, psychological theories on human behavior, have become part of pop culture. Those of us who are concerned by all the tiny details of a subject believe that these must be firmly controlled to have a precise and correct outcome are labeled "anal retentive". Okay, so maybe it seems a little obsessive, a little absurd, but you have to understand...or at least laugh at it. I do. Just close the cabinet doors...every time, that's all I ask.

So welcome to a site for self-expression, creative thought and observations, and laughing at human behavior in day to day life. The ramblings of an anal retentive mind, finding an outlet aside from subjecting family and friends to listening hours and hours endlessly and wearing that glazed expression at the end. Details, details, and tangents...free thought and free association (it's not my fault that they all have short attention spans).