The Ephemeral Renunciation of Cerebral Processes

This blog is written in response to a friend's blog (I would've stuck a link to Cam's blog in here but I didn't want my Drs. McSketchy to defect) who ignorantly proclaims that everyone should try to be smart, a.k.a. have "intellectually stimulating" blogs. CAM-- I considered calling you Billy but I figured you could take any potential stalkers with your superhero look-- do you realize the severity of the potential outcomes of this suggestion? Case and point: I was in the Metropolitan Museum of Art one day, minding my own business (actually, searching for an exit; I was completely and utterly lost) when a gentleman and his lady friend passed by. The gentleman, who will mercifully (for him) remain nameless, mostly because I don't know his name, was blathering on and on about one of the Greek statues being a "manifestation of truth". I was incredibly tempted to ask him to spell "manifestation". When the general populace is suddenly encouraged to be smart, given a certain location, conversation participants or, heaven forbid, a suggestion, THESE are the kinds of people that result! THIS ends up being what we have to deal with! (And I don't want any smart aleck alerting me to the fact that I'm ending my holier-than-thou sentences with prepositions-- I'm perfectly aware of this, thank you very much.) I can pretty much assure you that smart, in these instances, is equated with "something I know nothing about so I'll string a bunch of metaphysical words together so no one else will know what I'm talking about because, in reality, I'm talking about nothing!" I am here to assure you, my small portion of public, that it's OK to be stupid. It's alright to ramble on about how you can't find a way to get out of a building or you forgot to take your cookies out of the oven for half an hour or that the dryer keeps eating your socks, you swear, so you've started wearing mitts on your feet because you're all out. Let those smart people find a cure for cancer or solve world hunger-- it's you they'll be crawling to when they run out of socks. Dryers are life's great equalizers, my friends.