I had seen a football fan on TV the night before, who had painted his
face several garish colors and stiffened his hair straight up as if he had just
been hit by a lightning bolt in a puddle of water. He was carrying some sort of
stuffed animal apparently related to his team mascot, painted the same garish
colors. He had a horn strapped to his belt like a bugler going to battle. The
trumpet was also painted in garish blue pigment! His Mom would have been proud.
My reaction, of course, “Why?”
Why do we humans seem to be so daft we cannot proceed through a day
without this strange behavior creeping in. “I don’t do that,” you say?
Well you likely are not painted blue as you read this, but watch a political
rally, a sporting event - even at the local level occasionally, or take in a
horse race. Go watch the people watching the people. Yikes! It’s better
entertainment than the event, usually.
The camera was panning the crowd at the baseball league championship
game, and the usual signs popped onto the screen. You know, “Hit it here,
Manny!” and “Our team shines tonight!” …the latter with the
“tonight” scratched out and “tomorrow night” scrawled in it’s place.
Then the lens stopped on a cute girl holding up a large sign reading, “Hey, am
I on television yet?” The camera moved up and down as though it were shaking
its head yes! I guess that was important to her. Good grief!
Got to thinking; in my strange life, I have done all sorts of way out
things; I was the helicopter “eye in the sky” in
Life is composed of a string of events which can be gleefully used or
grudgingly endured, put-up-with or celebrated. Many are repetitious hum drums,
but then we snap and proceed to “over the side!” Great Gooba-jooba! Why? -fhs