It’s a disease that happens when someone retires. I don’t know how it started. I’m not sure when it started. Just one day it was there.
It doesn’t hurt unless you count your feelings when someone thinks your elevator doesn’t go to the top floor. Or you’re not working with a full deck.
Listen here I was one of the sharpest knives in the drawer…at one time. Could I have dulled? Where is that damn sharpener?
Yesterday I found myself trying to reason with a cat. For goodness sakes! Everyone knows that you can’t reason with a cat. You just tell them. They ignore you and life goes on.
Then I explained to my fish why I couldn’t feed them at that precise minute. Really?
Later in the day I apologized to a chair I walked into. A freaking chair! I didn’t want the chair to think I was rude. I have a good relationship with my furniture and I want to keep it that way.
I always try to explain to my car what the other stupid people are doing in hopes of looking logical…to my car.
That’s it! I care about animals and inanimate objects thinking I’m rude or illogical!
Does it matter what my refrigerator thinks? Nope! I’m annoyed with it right now. The former fridge only lasted six years. Six years! I am holding a grudge against all refrigerators until one hits the 20 year mark.
Not sure how this all started but I fear it ends with me getting institutionalized. We will need to keep this a secret. You are not to tell anyone. Unless you do it?
Humor me while I explain to my keyboard why I haven’t been around today.