Oh, my poor, dear Jim,
I'm so sorry! I didn't realize how much you had suffered and endured to get to this state of unreason! You see, I was blessed from birth with a completely irrational and illogical brain and I fear I am unappreciative of the difficulties of achieving that condition through hard work rather than natural aptitude. I have always been ridiculously, embarrassingly happy in my fantasy world where everyone is valuable and entertaining and all life is a fascinating buffet set out for me, me, me. And I have never worried over the fact that I have 56 pairs of shoes in my closet, which I guess is not normal, though I hope no one will judge me too harshly for this deviant behavior.
In spite of my tremendous gift for irrationality, I'm also honest and feel I must confess that my hairdresser is not homosexual, but has three children, a wife who looks like a model, and a million dollar home. I feel like a fool tipping him.
So I appreciate your sharing your personal suffering and struggle with us. I admire your ability to be unreasonable when it's not normal for you. If I see you sliding into reason, I'll gently and lovingly point it out to you, ok?
Irrationally your friend,
penni |
