PLAN AHEAD...
People are always accused of being in a hurry and rushing around without taking the time to ‘smell the flowers.’ We keep hearing that we should chill and go barefoot in the grass. Those who advocate going barefoot in the grass obviously have never walked in a doggy park.
I’m sure that most of us could benefit from allowing ourselves time off and opportunity to relax more. This, of course, doesn’t work for politicians because they never work anyway. Also, they don’t smell the flowers or walk barefoot – they use their spare time to raise money and grovel to special interests.
The Geezer has always believed in relaxing and completely resting. When I get up in the morning I immediately take a nap. It all started at age nine when I hid in clothing hamper for two years.
Many of the folks with lack of coolness are men and women who are obsessive compulsives. You know the dreaded A-personality types. Those cats spend their whole life planning for things. Checking and re-checking on their particular hang-ups to the frustration of their family and friends. There are many serious psychological problems that can be found in these obsessives. One of the most famous was the man from Spokane who spent most of his life insisting that penguins actually could speak Urdu but where too shy to do it.
Recently, an A-personality middle-aged woman in Germany was obsessed with making arrangements for her own funeral. That’s all she could think about. Sounds a little creepy to me but whatever floats her shroud. She meticulously planned the whole enchilada including choosing her coffin, her headstone and grave sight. She was offered a bargain for a grave sight but turned it down because it was too close to the freeway and she didn’t want to cough. Yes, compulsives are definitely one beer can short of a six-pack.
This strange fraulein would visit her grave almost every day. She would bring flowers to decorate the headstone, have picnics there and often chat with her ‘soon to be self.’ Friends begged her to stop, claiming that it was bad luck and didn’t look good on her resume. She pooh-poohed them insisting that she knew what she was doing. Last week, as this maiden was placing a bouquet of pussy willows on her grave she had a heart attack and dropped dead right on he grave. Splatt! Maybe her obsession wasn’t that crazy after all. Look at the money she saved on funerals, mourners, hearses and flowers.
So, let’s not be too fast to condemn and make fun of compulsives. All their planning and scheming sometimes isn’t as crazy as we think. I’m going out tomorrow and purchase a plot in a pet cemetery just in case I buy a pet. One can’t be too prepared.
I’m sure that most of us could benefit from allowing ourselves time off and opportunity to relax more. This, of course, doesn’t work for politicians because they never work anyway. Also, they don’t smell the flowers or walk barefoot – they use their spare time to raise money and grovel to special interests.
The Geezer has always believed in relaxing and completely resting. When I get up in the morning I immediately take a nap. It all started at age nine when I hid in clothing hamper for two years.
Many of the folks with lack of coolness are men and women who are obsessive compulsives. You know the dreaded A-personality types. Those cats spend their whole life planning for things. Checking and re-checking on their particular hang-ups to the frustration of their family and friends. There are many serious psychological problems that can be found in these obsessives. One of the most famous was the man from Spokane who spent most of his life insisting that penguins actually could speak Urdu but where too shy to do it.
Recently, an A-personality middle-aged woman in Germany was obsessed with making arrangements for her own funeral. That’s all she could think about. Sounds a little creepy to me but whatever floats her shroud. She meticulously planned the whole enchilada including choosing her coffin, her headstone and grave sight. She was offered a bargain for a grave sight but turned it down because it was too close to the freeway and she didn’t want to cough. Yes, compulsives are definitely one beer can short of a six-pack.
This strange fraulein would visit her grave almost every day. She would bring flowers to decorate the headstone, have picnics there and often chat with her ‘soon to be self.’ Friends begged her to stop, claiming that it was bad luck and didn’t look good on her resume. She pooh-poohed them insisting that she knew what she was doing. Last week, as this maiden was placing a bouquet of pussy willows on her grave she had a heart attack and dropped dead right on he grave. Splatt! Maybe her obsession wasn’t that crazy after all. Look at the money she saved on funerals, mourners, hearses and flowers.
So, let’s not be too fast to condemn and make fun of compulsives. All their planning and scheming sometimes isn’t as crazy as we think. I’m going out tomorrow and purchase a plot in a pet cemetery just in case I buy a pet. One can’t be too prepared.
posted by THE RANTING OLD GEEZER at 4:44 PM
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