“We are a people who spend money we don’t have on things we don’t want to impress people we don’t like.”
Okay, that is a seriously great line . . . especially with the ring of truism in it.
I’d like to take credit, goodness knows, I like good writing; however, this piece of wisdom belongs to the man who wrote Why is God laughing?. Sorry, folks didn’t catch his name in his interview on Good Morning, America. The gentleman who did remind me quite a bit of Mahatma Gandhi, sans the big nose, spoke eloquently about the oxymorons in our lives.
My husband, smart guy that he is, related another just a few days after I’d been turned on to this thought. While walking our dog — sometimes it’s more the dog walks us than we walk the dog — but they were getting along down the bike trail when my hubby dearest noted a guy out tilling his garden for spring planting. The oxymoron was the hacking and coughing up one lung this old boy was doing while puffing away on a ciggy for the other lung. Even more of an oxymoron is that this guy will be planting a garden, fruits and veggies one must assume — as in the healthy stuff — yet he’s poluting his lungs at a rate far faster than the fruits and veggies can save. Yep, Gardener Man was definitely an oxymoron.
Okay, don’t get on the collective soap boxes and lecture me about smoking and the rights of smokers everywhere. I’m a reformed smoker so I get to point and laugh. However, the point is the oxymoron.
But there’s more . . .
What about the folks who crave children, and then leave them to be raised by daycare and nannies? Okay, I get that sometimes both parents have to work to make all the ends meet and right now the ends might not be meeting at all. But if honesty won out, many folks could live in a smaller house, drive less expensive cars, take less grand vacations and make the budget balance on one salary.
Watch that soap box . . . I’m simply pointing out the oxymoron. If raising kids was the the most important thing, why would it be left to strangers?
That same tangent could certainly be pushed to the educational system. How can we, collectively, claim that education is the most important thing when we, collectively, don’t lobby — forget lobbying, how about storming the capitol — and demand that teachers’ salaries match the job we lay on them? Our oxymoron, collectively, is that we’ll pay exorbitant prices to go watch athletes run around a field, high-powered cars drive in circles, etc. Point should be made.
So perhaps Oxymorons are a way of life.
What are some you’ve noticed?
Drop by the porch again