Knowing It All Could Be A Bad Thing

NaBloPoMo asks today:

If you had a superpower to know what everyone was thinking (but not saying) would you use it?

     This is one prompt I just couldn’t pass up and after being lazy all weekend it was time to jump back on the NaBloPoMo band wagon.  I would LOVE to have the superpower to KNOW what people were really thinking as long as I could turn it off whenever I wanted to.  There are definitely some people’s thoughts that I would be better off being in complete ignorance of.  Still there are those moments in life when I would give anything to simply KNOW so I would know how to respond.

      Just think, wouldn’t growing up have been a whole lot easier if a person would have just known what people were actually thinking?  Maybe that guy that you were crushing on really liked you back, or maybe he thought you were a few sandwiches short.  Maybe you would have become friends with that person who seemed stand offish when in fact were really shy and were unsure whether you would accept them.  Wouldn’t it have been nice to know?  I definitely think so.  Of course then I can imagine knowing what everyone was really thinking would be a brain overload if not highly entertaining.  The superpower would be fun for a while, but if you could never turn it off it would get a bit old and could be especially annoying and infuriating if people were not entertaining nice thoughts.  

        Seriously, imagine having people around you thinking you looked ridiculous or thinking you just made a complete a$$ of yourself.  In the long run, a person might go around pi$$ed at the world simply because they knew exactly what others were thinking but were too polite to say.  On second thought, I think I would have to pass on knowing what other people are thinking.  Once again G0d got it exactly right by designing each of us so we don’t know what everyone else is thinking.  It is far better to wing it!  Ignorance is bliss, and because of it a person can go merrily along skipping through life like a fanciful unicorn pooping rainbows oblivious.  Knowing too much could only equal to more trouble than it was worth until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.

Patience- BFF 182

     Although I think I have acquired a little more patience as I have grown older, I know that patience is not my forte.  It probably never will be.  When my patience has run its course, expect an explosion.  It is just the way I am.

  






    1.  I have absolutely no patience for rudeness.

      2.  I have no patience for being ignorant.  Everyone has the opportunity to educate themselves.  People who are being stupid on purpose just pi$$ me off to no end.  Acquaint yourself with Google and look it up before you shout your mouth off for G0d’s sake.  One time I went to Kmart in search of a city street map of Chicago, Illinois.  We were going to the city and I thought I had remembered seeing a Chicago street map up near the registers.  To save myself some time I asked the cashier on duty.  I got the blank deer in the headlight look and then she told me, she was sure I could find a street map of Chicago in a state map of Indiana.  WTF!!   I came unglued.  I looked at this poor ignorant soul and said “you mean to tell me you are working at a job, handling other people’s money, a mere 2 hour drive from Chicago and you don’t realize that Chicago is in Illinois?”  I couldn’t believe it and just stormed out of the store livid.  Admit you don’t know and then take steps to find out!!

       3.  I love my kids, but I have little patience for other people’s kids.  I admit it.  I don’t feel it is my place to correct them or tell them to be quiet or to behave.  I am not their mother.  It pi$$es me off to no end that mothers will be right there and see their kids acting up, being rude, and being obnoxious and do absolutely nothing about it.  I have actually witnessed one mother with ear buds in her ears completely absorbed into whatever she was doing on her smart phone and oblivious to the hell her kids were raising around her.  I have no qualms with my own kids.  They are mine and I will ride their a$$es like Zorro to make them mind.  I absolutely have no patience for acting like you were raised in a barn by gorillas.  A little goes a long way!!

       4.   On a lighter note, when I know my husband is coming home like he is today, I can’t wait!!  I call him every little bit.  Where are you now? When will you be here?  I have moved the vehicles over.  Are you on your way home yet? I must drive that man nuts.  I simply can’t wait to see him.  Once I know it is inevitable I want to know down to the last minute how much time I have to tidy up the house, do the dishes, fold the laundry, take out the trash, and make the place presentable.  Yes, I treat my husband almost like a much anticipated guest.  There are times when I will cop an attitude , especially if I haven’t felt well, and tell him straight up if he doesn’t like it that the house isn’t perfect he can keep right on trucking down the highway because I am half past give a $hit and my give a damn is busted.  When I am in that rare form he knows if he doesn’t like it, he can clean it to his satisfaction himself.  Usually he does just that.  

    5. I have a real problem with people who stare at me.  It is beyond rude and it drives me insane!  Nothing to see here, move along!  One time I was outside with my kids watching them play when a group of neighborhood kids stopped at the end of the driveway and stared at us like we were animals in the zoo.  I was so irked I told them that staring is rude, and if they were going to continue to stare they each owed me $5.00 a piece for a look.  One of the kids fell off his bike trying to get out of dodge as our laughter chased them down the street.  They even had bags of chips they were eating as they watched. You would have thought they were at a drive in movie!

      So as I count to 10 for the millionth time, demanding silence as my kids fight about nit picky things that don’t matter in the big scheme of things I pray for patience until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.

The Truth or Ignorant Bliss?

       Today the folks at NaBloPoMo are wondering “would I rather always know the truth or remain blissfully ignorant?”  I guess that depends.  Is the truth going to hurt my feelings?  Is it something I need to know to get through life?  Is it trivial or is it life altering?

         They say the truth will set you free.   Sometimes the brutal truth simply creates too much misery and drama.  Many times I moan that I would have been so much better off if someone would have left that little tidbit to themselves.  I mean really.  Do they get their jollies from pi$$ing on my parade??    Is it really necessary for my husband to rub in my face that he and a fellow driver ate and had drinks at Applebee’s?  Especially since Applebee’s is always beyond our budget when he is home?  I think not.  I didn’t really need to know.  He could have told me that he went and had dinner, what was on the menu, and leave out the part he was at a fun hot spot like Applebee’s or Hooters …without me.  All that information makes me feel like perhaps I am not good enough to step through the door with him, instead of the fact that it was the only restaurant that was convenient.  The operative concept is he went without me.  Is it necessary for the brutal truth when I ask how I look?? No, I already know I look fat…you don’t have to highlight that one for me.  Tell me I look nice and go on!!  Of course if I have a big stain on my a$$, I expect you to speak up!! Don’t let me walk out in public looking like that!!!

         On the other hand, if someone saw my husband screwing around with another woman…then I want to know NOW.  Even if it is going to rip my heart out, I would want to know.  After all, I am going to find out eventually anyways.    Then I can slice his balls off and serve them to him for dinner before I throw all of his belongings into the street or sell them to the highest bidder.  For all I care, he could string them up on his rearview mirror much as he did with my wedding garter for years.  I will steel my resolve and create a life without him as is proper in such circumstances.  As you can see, I don’t tolerate infidelity at all.  That would be a deal breaker for me.  Fortunately for me and my husband’s testicles I can trust him to remain faithful, and on the flip side of the coin he can trust me.  Of course, if it is all innocent the hubby should be able to tell me anything!!!  Whether I decide to have a hair across my a$$ and get my panties in a twist is my prerogative.

        When it comes right down to it, I must conclude that I would rather have the truth even if it hurts my feelings and crushes my soul.  It is always better to KNOW than be oblivious.  Some things should just be kept dirty little secrets for marital bliss and then there are things  where only the brutal truth will do until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.