Some people have a strange sense of humor. They think facetious remarks are entertaining and funny. They think lightly of the problems others are facing and make them feel as if they are exaggerating their issues.
My personal tolerance for such people is quite low. Though I don’t react rudely to their remarks, I usually ignore or try to ignore them. Perhaps they cannot help themself as they lack empathy for others.
If they want to be funny, they should try harder because making light of someone’s troubles or trivializing their issues is not humorous.
It’s one of the jobs of a parent to prepare the children to face the world on their own. Some are wise and are well prepared in the rites of parenthood and do this job well. While others due to a lack of forethought or awareness fail at this important job.
I became a mom at the age of 24. Not very young you can say. But unfortunately, having lost my own mother at a young age, I didn’t know much about being a mother. It was a learning on the job. I am sorry to say that I wasn’t a very well prepared parent. I made many mistakes and it is with pride that I say that all my three children are better parents than I was.
It is so easy to become a parent and it is the hardest job on the earth. They should have a teaching course for people wanting to become parents and they should be given a permit for it after completing the training.
When I was younger, we used to spend summers at our grandparents home. They had a large home in a small city in Punjab. What I remember most about those days was the freedom we had to play outside all afternoon. Climbing the trees, playing hide and seek and trying our hand at gardening were some of our activities.
My grandfather was a keen horticulturist. He loved planting lovely plants and roses were his special interest. He had so many verities of roses in his garden.
Another of his love was growing fruit trees. Oranges in winter and mangoes in summer from their homegrown trees were gifted to all the family. We weren’t allowed to pick the yellow juicy mangoes from the trees till the very first one fell by the process of abscission from the tree. This was a signal that now the fruit is ready to be picked and ripened in the wooden crates lined with newspapers, already readied for them.
Soon we would be enjoying those lovely mangoes. I have never tasted tastier mangoes.
Understanding each other’s point of view would be so liberating. There would be no hatred of those different from us because we would be cognizant of their hows and whys!
But understanding others is hard sometimes. Sometimes we can’t even fully understand our own siblings, children or partners. Same goes for understanding our parents. I think because of this lack of total understanding, many issues arise and we also have many adventures. The mixups are confusing at the time but in retrospect, so very funny!
I remember many conversations where two people were talking at cross purposes and the resultant conversation was so hilarious. But jokes aside, do you have trouble understanding others?
I often have to ask again (and again-sometimes) and I admit that I might be getting a bit hard of hearing! As for my husband, he just simply denies that the conversation ever took place!
We do need to try harder to understand each other!
Keeping a journal/diary was something I always aspired to, but never did. It seemed a wonderful idea to record my thoughts and musings in there every day but, being a lazy person by nature, I didn’t.
I do remember once I did have a diary where I wrote some Urdu poems. I had to protect it from my brothers so that they shouldn’t read it. You know how siblings are, especially brothers when they get hold of something you don’t want them to!
And my laziness finally overcame my desire to write and I think I lost that diary some where. I have read accounts of people where they have shared their journal entries from the time they were young. What wonderful memories to share. But perhaps mine would not have been so entertaining.
Recently I read somewhere that saying something is unbelievable donates a lack of imagination on our part!
But some things are so outrageous that we simply cannot believe that it is actually happening. Take, for instance, the erroneous belief of some people that;
a) Covid is a hoax
b) Vaccination against Covid are dangerous and can kill people
c) They don’t need to take precautions against Covid, like wearing a mask, keeping their distance, or getting vaccinated
If these were poor, uneducated people of a third-world country, like mine, this can be put down to ignorance. But poor people of my country are getting vaccinated, (mostly) wearing masks, and are following government guidelines to stay safe.
It’s the privileged people of developed countries ( some, not all) who in their arrogance and not ignorance are taking this stance. If I say that it is unbelievable that people can be so stupid to reject reality in favor of unplausible theories, I wouldn’t be off the mark!
If all our desires were fulfilled We would never appreciate The true value of failure If we never suffered disappointments We would become self-satisfied buffoons For the value of a bump in the road can only be appreciated In hindsight Failure or a disappointment is the best teacher That we encounter in our journey of life Surviving failure makes us wiser and better Overcoming disappointments grounds us and Readies us with realistic expectations in future!
I am not fond of icing on the cake! Provided the cake is tasty on its own. And if it’s not good enough to eat on its own, eating it with super sweet and calorie-rich icing is just pointless.
There are a few instances where icing is a must to enhance the flavor of something that already tastes good! For example, cream cheese icing on red velvet cake/ cupcake. Or a fruit compoté on top a cheesecake, and I wouldn’t call it icing, except in the broader sense of the meaning.
As for brownies, I don’t call a brownie with even a chocolate glaze, a brownie. A brownie is soft, fudgy, and has no icing on the top.
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and my very first birthday-Stream-of-Consciousness-Saturday is: “icing on the cake.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “icing on the cake.” Enjoy!