Things I Think About, Odd People, Huh?

I don't think I'm crazy. I might have some quirk that people notice, but pretty much I feel I am in the realm of normal. So how about you? Do you look at people and wonder what the hey? Is he whacked? Too may Margaritas maybe? Wrong medication?
What makes people have a sense of entitlement? Why do families fight? Why is there a nut in every family? Who took the last cookie and why can't you admit to it?
I think about these things, it helps me to not think about the things that really bother me.

My, makes you wanna say, Huh, look.

I saw a video of a police artist drawing women's picture's. He drew one from a bystander and one from the description of the woman herself. The results were astonishing. The women described themselves in a way that portrayed them much more unattractive then they actually were, in every single case. So what does that say about self image? I thought I was the only one who saw a fat person in the mirror no matter what I weigh! Don't it make you want to say, Huh?

 

Then there is the guy who kidnapped those poor young girls. It could happen anywhere, his own family didn't know? Makes you think, these people are actually out there, living, in houses just like mine. Now I am wondering about my neighbors. I don't talk to them and they don't talk to me. There have been a few odd occurrences, mostly in those converted garage rentals. I remember the swat team and percussion grenades when they busted a crack house in the back of a lovely historical Spanish style home, in an illegally converted garage apartment. Hey, if it's there long enough the city of West Palm Beach will grandfather it in! My point is what goes on in those places, who should I be looking to save, if anyone?

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Yesterday I got a fortune cookie, and in it was an odd saving. Writing is a craft, not an art. Huh? Now, think about it. Do you mean to tell me that people can learn how to have a voice? Can learn how to tell a great story, it doesn't take imagination or a mind, you just learn the craft and poof, Nora Roberts, Jane Austin, Stephen King, you are!!! Good luck with that one. In my mind you have to have a talent, so that translates to art, hey, just my opinion... Don't it may you want to say, Huh?

 It's called Attached Parenting, and it sounds a bit nuts to me.

I read an article from Time Magazine, 'Are You Mom Enough', it got me thinking. In the May 2012 issue a picture of a mother with a probably three year old kid breast feeding. Now hey, I am one of the original flower children, peace, hanging ta ta's, I get it. But, when a kid can stand there and ask for it, it's time to give it up. I never was bothered by women breast feeding, I'm more of the Ooh, Ahh, type. Move the boob, I wanna see the baby! But, when I attended a neighborhood party one time and this lady whips out the girls to give a snack to her three and five year old, it was just too much. I was like, huh? Hey, if you can carry the kid on your back all day you can still breastfeed, if you ask me. When the kid is half your size, it's just plain odd. Don't it make you want to say, Huh?

So, what do you think? Does this make you want to say, Huh? What else is bothering you Mary?