I'm sorry, these brains are offline

If life's got you down, if you're feeling despondent about your life, if you're thinking this grey morass of humdrum day to day activity could not possibly get worse ... Go for a walk.

Take public transit.

From the sidewalk, view the street.

See the people around you, look at the ones in cars, and remind yourself that, yes things could be worse. "I could be them!"

These thoughts occurred to me after reading Congratulations, you’re an asshole over at Girlspoke.

There are an astonishing number of lobotomized people out there. What I can't figure out is, having nothing going on upstairs, how do they get up in the morning, get dressed, get out of the house?

With those glassy-eyed looks, it feels sometimes that if you were to just turn them in another direction, they would head off that way rather like zombies.

How is it to live that way? What does it feel like? Does it feel like anything at all?

It's puzzling to me. But it also makes me feel better whenever I'm feeling sorry for myself and my situation, whatever that might be. I step outdoors. I have a good look around. It doesn't take long to see someone who appears completely desensitized and thoroughly dull-witted.

And I mutter, "Whew! Glad I'm not you, pal."

I'm surprised this doesn't come up more often in legal matters.

"How does the defendant plead?"

"I have no brains."

"No brains? Well, that explains it. Case dismissed!"

Later today, I will be going outside. I have some shopping to do. That's almost guaranteed to make me feel like a million bucks.

Tag: Stupidity, Brainless, Lobotomy, How to become an idiot