This was part of a text message I sent earlier today. Spending a day at work is exactly that; watching the lunatics run the asylum. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. But work is just work and doesn’t really matter, right?
Well, maybe, if it didn’t make me such a godawful horrible person in the meantime.
I don’t often say anything I shouldn’t, but I think things I shouldn’t almost minutely.
Like, “Sweet Father in Heaven, why did you make people so stupid?” I’m not being profane. Just meanly inquisitive.
It’s like all the dumb people either patronise where I work, or actually work there. It’s really hard to be Christlike and try to do one’s part in ushering in Zion when people are so incredibly STUPID.
How can I love these people when I can’t even take them seriously?
I tell Linds all the time that I just don’t understand how stupid people can be happy. Mostly because I cannot even imagine what it is like to be stupid.
Seriously, is that hard to just… uh… use your freakin BRAIN?
Clearly I am overworked and lacking in any type of charity.