People are stupid. Oh sure, that’s a broad brush I just painted with, and obviously I don’t mean ALL people, but … some days it just feels like it, doesn’t it?

You can’t tell them they are doing something stupid or warn them that an impending attack of stupidity is going to cause them even more grief. You see it coming, plain as day, but you can’t say anything to them, because people are also crazy, and you never know what they will do if you try to give them some much-needed advice. Bat-shit insane crazy and unpredictable in a very predictable sort of bat-shit insane crazy kind of way.

They say one in four people are crazy, you know. I’d have to say that statistic holds up well when checked against the collection of people I know. And guess what? I am not one of the crazy ones. I may joke about being insane, but really, I am one of the sanest people I know. Truly. I know some bat-shit insane crazy people, and they also happen to be stupid.

Then there are all the stupid people I don’t know, who may or may not be crazy, and these people seem to clump together in groups called neighborhood associations. I don’t want to get started on that, because once I start, I may not be able to stop.

It’s just been one of those days where my Stupid & Crazy Meter has been pegged beyond its top setting, and I can’t really say anything at all about it to anyone, most especially to the people I would really like to say something about it.

I think I’ll play some solitaire and go to bed.