The random musings of an autistic bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.
Irritable Blog Syndrome
Stupidity is the root cause.
I’m having a really, really, really bad day. (Well, technically I’m not. I probably wrote this two weeks ago. Today I’m more likely to be back to my cheery self. But you get the picture.)
Today (the day I wrote this, once upon a time, whatever works), I had to deal with someone who is morally and ethically repugnant, two-faced, slimy, self-serving, and deluded. Naturally, that put me into a foul mood.
And then, already feeling foul, I had to deal with someone so steeped in ignorance that she was attacking me on Facebook because I believe the science about COVID-19 rather than her Fox news talking points. And then she went on to say that a vaccine is not going to help. Give me strength.
She probably also thinks that the sun revolves around the earth, as a horrifying 26 percent of Americans do. Heaven help us. I am so sick to death of stupidity. (And if you’re one of those believers, get thee away from this blog! I am in no mood to deal with you. There’s only so much I can take today.)
There’s a reason that “sick” and “tired” go hand in hand. I’m exhausted and in despair over the idiocy of some people. And they’re the very people who will never be enlightened.
And that makes it really hard for me to blog without sounding whiny and frustrated. Does anybody really want to hear me complain as they eat their Post Toasties? Highly freakin’ doubtful.
And so there you have it. Stupid people are the root cause of Irritable Blog Syndrome. I hate that stupidity has such a strangle hold on my writing.
So now I need to find a cure for stupidity. No pressure there. Better people than I have tried.
You’d think that education would be the solution. But stupidity seems to be the most education-resistant disease that has ever plagued mankind. I have nothing left within me to fight it.
Likewise. I had an aunt who thought that my being an introvert was some sort of a disease. She would not listen to me, and died unmourned by me.
But this crap is worse. Thanks for that cake, though…
There are relatives on my Facebook who post rude memes who believe everything they see on FOX news, etc.. I have become mute to those people. I love my relatives but I can’t fight stupidity. It’s mass hysteria in this era. I see people on live feeds of rocket launches, etc. talk about the earth being flat. I don’t have the strength in me to get sucked into trolls and people who believe the planet is about 6000 years old too. I just can’t. No room for that in my head for anymore mass hysteria and ridiculous beliefs. One that tries to troll a post of mine gets no reply. I am mute. You can’t change stupid. Stupid is just simply stupid and to let it be. It’s a rock that doesn’t move. Just walk past it or paint it with stars and unicorns to make it pretty then leave it in the woods for someone else who has the same pattern can see it hoping they don’t breed.
DITTO!
Hugs.
Likewise. I had an aunt who thought that my being an introvert was some sort of a disease. She would not listen to me, and died unmourned by me.
But this crap is worse. Thanks for that cake, though…
So much worse. Cake any time. 🙂
There are relatives on my Facebook who post rude memes who believe everything they see on FOX news, etc.. I have become mute to those people. I love my relatives but I can’t fight stupidity. It’s mass hysteria in this era. I see people on live feeds of rocket launches, etc. talk about the earth being flat. I don’t have the strength in me to get sucked into trolls and people who believe the planet is about 6000 years old too. I just can’t. No room for that in my head for anymore mass hysteria and ridiculous beliefs. One that tries to troll a post of mine gets no reply. I am mute. You can’t change stupid. Stupid is just simply stupid and to let it be. It’s a rock that doesn’t move. Just walk past it or paint it with stars and unicorns to make it pretty then leave it in the woods for someone else who has the same pattern can see it hoping they don’t breed.
Wise words, indeed, Lee. Thanks.