I’m not really wise. But I can be cranky.
American actor, singer, producer, and screenwriter, Andy Griffith, was born on this day in 1926 (died 2012).
I’m not really sure what Andy meant by that, but I like the sentiment.
Sort of in a “Hey, you kids! Get off my lawn!” kind of way.
Speaking of lawns, I got mine mowed the other day.
Then I became depressed driving to rehearsals for my current show. If you know where that location is, you likely know the neighborhood.
I was looking at the immaculate lawns in front of these likely million dollar plus homes and feeling a little ashamed of my “lawn” where I’m just hoping anything green will grow.
Until I reminded myself that it’s likely none of the folks living in those homes actually do their own yard work.
But I also reminded myself that, the fact that they have these incredible homes with the perfect yards doesn’t mean they don’t have problems.
We all have struggles in life. Mine are different than yours.
But we’re all lying if we don’t admit that sometimes things are just hard.
It could be that the folks in those fine homes just have more money, or more debt, to worry about than I do.
Pretty sure that they’re not blogging about no time to mow or do other yard work, but that doesn’t mean they’re without struggles.
Maybe that’s what we all need to realize. We’re all struggling to do the best that we can.
Maybe if we realized that, we’d yell at each other a little less on Facebook.
Maybe we’d stop and think before we posted another meme just to prove our point.
Or piss somebody off.
Don’t get me wrong. This world has more than its fair share of people who are just down right evil.
But that crankypants person you have to deal with probably isn’t on that list.
Maybe they just had to replace another flat tire…or a water heater…or a washing machine.
Maybe someone they love doesn’t have that much longer to live.
Maybe their job sucks but they feel like they’re trapped because they can’t afford to quit.
Maybe the scales are still going the wrong way.
Maybe they just got another rejection letter.
Maybe it’s just not their day.
Maybe if we’d all realize that we’d be a little more wise.
And a little less cranky.
In other news, it’s the first of June. Bring on summer.