Dealing with all the idiots

In which I don’t get other people.

People standing in a queue

I don’t understand people. I think I would be more qualified to be a basketball player than an anthropologist, and be more likely to give birth than be a psychologist. I just don’t get it. What is it about people that is supposed to be so amazing?

Look at yourself, you’re irrational, illogical and lots of other things beginning with an I. The only species more confusing to me are pandas, daddy-long-legs and those dogs that go in handbags.

So what is it about people that confuses me?

I like sitting and watching, I’d make a very good Giles I’d like to think, it’s like a real life version of reality television just with less fake tan and boobs. It’s a fun pastime as long as your are discrete because those who are too obvious with nosing into other people’s business tend to get punched. It’s a technique I learnt while working in a call centre where I cold pretend I was paying attention to you (the caller) while busying myself with something more interesting.

I find myself doing it while I’m on the train, or just waiting around, looking and observing others trying to work out there story. Last night I was wrapped up in the drama of the daughter of an old lady who was trying to arrange payment for a chiropodist to look after her mother’s bad feet. I’ll glance at people texting or on Facebook to try to work out what’s going on in their lives. What motivate’s them and what’s their innermost desire.

People on a train looking miserable
Everyone having fun?

It’s our desire to be miserable. No other animal has mastered misery in a way we have, we have almost reduced it to an industrial process. Every time we wake up we invent new ways to feel sad.I’m no different. This isn’t pretty after all.

Why don’t we want what is good for us? Why can’t we see that often what is in front of us is good and satisfying? Why do we overlook those who care for us with crappy excuses and then complain about it?

We are pandas, desperately doing all we can to prevent the continuation of the species.

We are dandy-long-legs, fragile pointless things living a short existence.

We are the dogs in the handbag. Stupid.

Who was the first person you encountered today? Write about him or her.

In response to: The Luckiest People

Author: geekergosum

Ah, so you worked out the riddle. You just needed to use dwarfish and the doors to Geek Ergo Sum opened. Or perhaps you just used Google. Either way you are here, on my little corner of the Internet.

8 thoughts on “Dealing with all the idiots”

  1. I was glad to see that you had this one tagged as a rant? I, too, enjoy watching people as they interact with each other. It is easy to get caught up in watching only one side of the world… Continue to look, and there are many blessings happening in the world around you as well.


  2. I call it “ear hustling,” and I might write about it soon. Eavesdropping on people, particularly at bars, is something I really like to do. I like to watch body language and see if I can figure out what’s going on. Date? Hook up? Old friends? Sisters? Bad news? I something spin a whole little story around what I imagine I’m seeing. 🙂


    1. I love doing all the hustling…I’ll often be out with Mrs G and telling her about other people’s conversations and she’ll look at me like “how do you know all this”…I then have to admit to eavesdropping on others while I’m meant to be in conversation with her…not a good outcome!!!

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  3. Nice post…so true about people…there is something going on in everyone’s life and just observing them can be quite an eye opener. I’ve seen families dealing with little children and I think…”been there, done that!” Everyone has their own struggles, problems, sad times, and bad times.


    1. When I get nosy and look into peoples homes as I walk by them I can’t help but think what kind of experience are you having? I know what is happening in my own little world but is that the same for everyone else? Are they on the sofa arguing about washing up, or talking about going on holiday, or just happy to be in silence?


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