My sister sent me one of those “This is funny….” emails today that was forwarded to her from a bazillion other people who kept forwarding it on to the next victim until it finally landed on my computer and took me 5 minutes to open.  It was humorous, and I must say, thought provoking.  It basically consisted of a bunch of thoughts and questions that really don’t make sense, like “why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?” and “why doesn’t glue stick to the bottle?”  I kept reading and chuckling until I got down to the question “why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?”  I stared at the question as my mind stopped laughing and catapulted into another direction.  Are there really 4 billion stars?  Who counted them?  Do they get recounted every day?  What about the ones that burn out?  Are they automatically replaced with new ones to keep the count at 4 billion?  It probably doesn’t matter – there seems to be plenty of stars up there (I hear about 4 billion!!). And what about the wet paint?  The sign says “wet paint” so we touch to make sure…maybe thinking the sign was put up hours – even days ago and somebody needs to check the sign’s validity.  Maybe we just want to prove the sign is wrong and we, of course, are right – making us evermore powerful than the sign and the people who posted it.  Maybe we like touching wet paint so we can look at our fingers in amazement, totally shocked that there is actually paint on our hands while simultaneously asking ourselves “what possessed me to do such a stupid thing – because I surely can read?!”  This would definitely affect our lives as we walked around with our fingers in the air trying to find a napkin or cloth or random bottle of mineral spirits sitting under a tree.  (This is also usually the time our nose starts running and our other hand is precariously carrying the baby or a leaking coffee cup.) The question became “why are we so satisfied to believe what people say when the subject doesn’t directly affect our lives, yet we don’t believe what they say when it does?”   Why are we so ready to believe everything we read about all the seemingly troubled actors and athletes who are hounded relentlessly by the press that feed us these “facts”, yet we can’t seem to attend to the messes we ourselves make on a daily basis?  We’re drawn to this media hype much like our hands are drawn to wet paint – both out of totally curiosity – not willing to “not go” to either place. So what if things were different?  What if tomorrow the news headlines were “All Athletes and Actors are Proven to Lead Completely Normal Lives…Including Britney” and the sign said “Dry Paint”.   Would you believe it?  More later….

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