Well, if you've been here before, you know I like to go garage saling. My garage sale social circle has been busy lately -- and also it has been a Florida summer -- so I haven't gone much, but I went to three this last weekend by myself.
At the last one, I picked up a pair of leather pants -- I want a pair of leather pants for an eventual costume -- and as I tossed them over my arm something felt odd so I searched the pockets and found a credit card and some cash. Party clothes I assume, where someone didn't carry a purse. I'm only surprised there wasn't a driver's license too -- or maybe she was old enough she didn't get carded anymore.... But....
OF COURSE I turned around, laughed, and asked the teen in charge, "Hey, who's Catherine?" When he said it was his mom I held up the pocket contents and handed them over. OF COURSE.
So why did he, and the other lady at the garage sale, act as if this was a big deal?
Then, on the way home, I saw a truck with a bunch of bumper stickers. Protect America, Be American. Stop Socialism. I can't remember the rest, but I remember they made me sad. (I came to grips a very long time ago with my socialist tendencies -- in that I think that no one should die because they don't have enough money for food or medicine. Ever. I think that point of view is very American in the whole Give us your poor, your tired, your huddled masses longing to be free... way and it makes me sad when someone, even a bumper sticker, implies I'm not American because I think differently than they do.)
Then The Rejectionist linked to this.
And I got more sad. Really really sad. My heart hurts. Oh yeah, that was another of the truck's bumper stickers. Marriage = One Man + One Woman. (We had an amendment for that up for vote last year, it failed.)
There is a Golden Rule I'd heard, way back when, when I was little. I was probably no older than my Little Girl is now. Do unto others as you would have done unto you. Way back then, I heard it. I evaluated it. I decided it was good.
Now there are limitations. All the stabbing and mutilations I think of have to stay in my mind or go on paper. But that's not so bad. It would have been messy if I had really sliced open that annoying woman's every vein (the one in that store that lectured me on my child's name for forty minutes because Lovecraft used it for an evil fish god once) and I don't like messy so much. At least I don't like cleaning up the messy. So over all, it's been pretty easy to stick with this rule.
But, because of this, I occasionally have trouble with this thing that is apparently the real world.
Today, I am having trouble.
On the good side, I found a new funny.
What do you do when life makes you sad?