An Acute Attack of Stupidity at the Mailbox or Aimless Stupidity

Yesterday, this stupidity specialist found herself in a foul temper. Blame it on a series of small, but unfortunate events. My sweet listening skills, which I have finely tuned, in order to more carefully observe, record, research and analyze the ludicrous and annoying antics of stupers (short for inexcusably stupid persons) got me into trouble.

The final such event sent me over the edge. Roving stupidity grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and demanded my attention, as I innocently walked out to my mailbox.

Spying a ready-made audience, a neighbor stopped by in his car to chat and rapidly proceeded to unload enough personal rubbish to qualify my front yard as a landfill large enough to accommodate four states. I was bombarded by his parents’ health issues, his very own derogatory remarks and truckloads of downright sniveling. This aimless, rambling stupidity drained all semblance of patience out of me within an incredibly short time span.

I not only became increasingly impatient as this neighbor spoke, but angered by the sheer volume of his complaints and irrelevant personal opinions. My dear readers may have learned by now, that patience is an antidote to stupidity as well as to anger, irritation and a minor bout with walking pneumonia. But I momentarily forgot this.

We are all searching for peace of mind. We try to buy this elusive commodity through multitasking, streamlining, scheduling, and purchasing products to rev up our lives, as well as going out of our way to avoid idiots. Often this search does the opposite. It deflates our ability to handle situations that require cool thinking and self-control.

Once in a while (a great while, mind you), when I crave attention, I bemoan living an interrupted life. For instance, when I’m writing an article, the phone rings, the religious proselytizers perch on my doorstep for the winter, a neighbor decides to test his new chainsaw right outside my window, and images left over from encounters with stupers return to pester me. I finally put off working until I can find a more suitable time.

My point? Our patience is perpetually tested. If we’re going to experience the seemingly elusive peace of mind, patience is a necessity. It’s a vital component to living a sane, stuper-free life.

By patience, I don’t mean putting up with infuriating things or annoying persons, but rather controlling our irritation, rage or other unpleasant emotion. If we can hone patience, stuper situations would occur less frequently and without annoyance.

With patience, comes clarity of thought; with clarity of thought, comes self-control; with self-control, we function more effectively. With all these things, comes peace of mind.

Treat stupidity as scenery along the road of life, not always pleasing to the senses, and sometimes downright stinky, not unlike a mile high manure pile, but still entertaining.

Patience serves as a protection against wrongs as clothes do against cold. ~ Leonardo da Vinci

Think first, last and always.


7 Responses to “An Acute Attack of Stupidity at the Mailbox or Aimless Stupidity”

  1. Jillian says:

    Meh. If there is one thing I cannot stand, it’s annoying small talk. Especially if it’s of a personal nature from someone I’m not that “close” with. Geez.

    I shall endeavor to develop more of this thing called…. patience!

  2. Jennifer says:

    Keli, this reminds me of a fridge magnet my mom gave me which claimed in swirly letters: “In acceptance lieth peace.” Also reminded me of a sign I saw on a door in New Orleans: “It’s not the heat; it’s the stupidity.” LOL! Yeah. BTW again today I was the victim of stupidity so flagrant, so egregious, it defied belief …

  3. dawn says:

    By patience, I don’t mean putting up with infuriating things or annoying persons, but rather controlling our irritation, rage or other unpleasant emotion.

    I’m workin’ on it… really I am…

  4. Agnes Mildew says:

    My dear ex husband, Anal, is guaranteed to wind me up simply by breathing in near me. I lose my temper just by thinking of him on the odd occasion and tend to start my mouth before engaging my brain during any conversations. I berate myself afterwards for being such a stuper, but it does feel good at the time. Patience and Anal have never been a combination in my own experience…

  5. Elaine says:

    This is a great post and one that we all can identify with in the fast paced lives in which we live.

    “controlling our irritation, rage or other unpleasant emotion.”

    Always working on it and always room for improvement. Thanks Keli for the reminder!

  6. Keli says:

    I hear you! I have no doubt that you will be successful in your endeavor.
    Great magnet and sign! I enjoy hearing your tales of the stupid. You must tell me about your egregious encounter!
    It’s not easy, is it? Even stupidity specialists have problems on this one.
    Thank goodness you got rid of that ex! I have one person, who thankfully is not much in my life these days, who reminds me of your Anal. Thinking about her makes my blood boil. I mean, used to make it boil. I have since cooled my blood when around her to a lukewarm state.
    Good to hear from you! Yes, fast-paced lives are a big contributor to impatience and stupidity.

  7. Julianne says:

    Thanks so much for the lovely manure picture. It made my day.

    Great advice. I struggle with patience with my friends, my family, the community at large (my most worthy opponent) and myself. I’m a work in progress and, sometimes, the progress is slow!

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