At least you’re STILL not Dwayne…

Confession time. I’ve been a bit consumed by the political process lately. But rather than write about it and risk offending some or possibly most of you, I think I’ll just keep my discourse to myself. For now.

In the meantime, while we can probably always find SOMETHING to complain about, this old post reminded me that if nothing else, at least I’m not Dwayne…

Anne Geddes image courtesy of photobucket.com

I was recently the recipient of one of those emails that your sweet Aunt Martha tends to forward to you.

You know the ones I’m talking about.

Those emails that have been forwarded so often and to so many recipients that you have to scroll down half the page before getting to the body of the email, only to find that much of the body is filled with cute pictures of babies dressed as flowers and/or those annoying flashing emoticons?

I’ll be honest. I usually delete these emails unread. But for whatever reason, I was feeling generous and decided to read it. You’ve probably read it before, or one very much like it. It was one of those well intentioned object lessons which are supposed to make us count our blessings and be grateful for what we have:

To realize
The value of a sister/brother
Ask someone
Who doesn’t have one.

To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.

To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.

To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam…

That’s just a portion of it, but you get the idea: Maybe things aren’t as bad as you think, because someone has always got bigger problems than you do.

I’m not a big fan of this kind of reasoning. Mostly because for me, there’s just something inherently wrong with making yourself feel better because someone is eating a bigger crap sandwich than you are.

Comparing ourselves with others–whether their lives are easier or harder–is never a good idea. If you’re struggling, rest assured there are others who are also struggling. Life is a series of peaks and valleys, and while no two life experiences are identical, we all have our share of high and low points.

Sometimes life is savored and enjoyed.

Other times it feels like an act of endurance.

And even though I just finished telling you that comparing yourself to others is never a good idea, I’m about to ask you to do just that.

Because on my very worst day, I could have honestly said,

“At least I’m not Dwayne.”

Editor’s Note: I may or may not have written that entire introduction just so I could post the above commercial.


“Man, that thing does not like Dwayne.”

Snort!

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3 Responses to “At least you’re STILL not Dwayne…”

  1. jake October 10, 2012 at 8:03 pm #

    I hear that kind of reasoning all the bloody time around my office. And I worked with victims of rape, torture, human-trafficking, you name it. But that still doesn’t mean that my headache isn’t impacting me right now. I sometimes wonder if the people who think like that feel good as long as they’re not acting like so-and-so, that dirty sinner. And I love that you wanted to post that commercial. It blesses me.

  2. SimplyDarlene October 11, 2012 at 2:10 pm #

    I can always count on you, miss Katdish, to enlighten me in the ways of culture that I miss out on since I have no TV.

    BTW, I thought Dwayne was being plucked outta the bathroom and that he was sittin’ on the pot when RoboDude pinched him up. I guess that a man on the johnny crapper tossed onto the mini van isn’t an image that sells insurance. Or something.

    Anyway, I’ve missed ya.

    Blessings.

  3. karenzach October 13, 2012 at 12:19 am #

    I am sick tonight. Flu. Cold. Something awful. But you, girl, you made me laugh. I know that you wrote that intro just so you could post that video. Thanks for the laughter.

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