Idiots. They're all over the world. Sometimes I'm an idiot. Sometimes my friends are idiots. Some of my friends are idiots more of the time than they're not. But idiocy is a part of being human. There's no cure. No pill to stave it off so people who are idiots aren't as much of an idiot. Nor is there a pill to make it easier to live with idiots. Because of this, being angry at idiots is a complete idiotic waste of time.
I was having dinner with a friend of mine. She asked me, "Are you happy?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I still want to accomplish things, but yeah."
"Do you think I'm angry?"
I smiled. "Yeah." I'm pretty deep, huh?
She looked into the distance, as far as the restaurant wall would allow, and said, "I feel sad."
"I don't know. But I am."
After dinner, I was driving her back to her car. The light in front of me was green, giving me the right of way. A chubby guy stepped onto the street and strolled across it. He then flashed his light at me to signal that his idiotic ass was crossing the street. Which means he does this a lot because he didn't take out his flashlight. He had it ready on the go.
My friend went off the handle. She screamed, "I hate idiots."
"Chill out," I said. "There's no problem here."
"No! What if someone hits him and he survives and he sues the driver. Now it's that driver's problem."
"You're talking about a problem that doesn't exist." Meaning this accident with this idiot hasn't occurred.
"What are you talking about?" She huffed and spewed more hatred and lamented how people like that who live on her tax money through welfare should go to hell. She was fuming like a power plant burning every vestige of coal.
It's no wonder why she's mad and sad and can't seem to get a grip on happiness. She covers any contentment with thoughts and problems that do not exist. Do problems exist in the world? Of course. But how much of that, if any, actually affects her? That's a big fat zero.
She's healthy. She's not starving. She has a place to live. She has a job. She has friends. She has all her limbs. When I look at what real problems are (i.e. a bear standing above you ready to devour you) she doesn't have any, nor are any looming in her near future. But...she submerges her greatest asset in the world, her mind, in a storming whirlpool of thoughts that feeds back on themselves and transforms into a black hole that is very difficult to escape. Not even light.
And she's not alone when it comes to this overthinking disease. We as humans succumb to it to the point where we get depressed, upset, sad, and we try to get ourselves out of this black hole by thinking some more, which of course makes this hole even stronger, bigger, creating a prison that the most positive person in the world can't get out of. Then the only call to action is to spread this hate by harming others.
But there is a cure.
It's called Letitgo.
There are different ways to administer Letitgo. Go outside and take a walk. Or dance with friends.
Or pet your pet. Or pet your own personal pet.
Or watch some mindless TV. Or have mindless conversation with your family or friends.
Letitgo can be fast-acting, but that's up to the individual's resistance. Either way, Letitgo is the cure-all of mind storms. Letitgo. No prescription required. Not tested on animals. Letitgo.