Moron

I called someone a moron, because, well, he was tacky and uninformed. It kinda felt good, and I’m not real big into name calling. Judging isn’t cool. Bad juju happens when we judge others. Fortunately, judging is not my responsibility, as the judgment part has been settled by someone far wiser than me.

 

I will need to repent, sooner rather than later. I carry Catholic guilt, and I’m not even Catholic.

 

But for the next few minutes, the man is still a moron.

 

My dear friends offer wisdom:

 

"I always thought I 'Recognized' a moron when I saw one. 

No, I don't think it's a judgement call.

It's recognition, you know like that whole duck thing. 

If it quacks like a duck... it's a duck. 

Debbie Shaw, if it acts like a moron... it's a moron! 

Now, no guilt! You're welcome!"

 

and another:

"I believe it’s my duty to point out the three classes of bad drivers to my grandchildren and anyone else riding with me after first reviewing these definitions during the pre-ride checklist. They are, 1. Morons: those driving without the ability to do so safely and should not be on the road; 2. Idiots: those who have the potential to be adequate drivers, but lack judgment and make dumb, impulsive moves with a lack situational awareness; and 3. Jerkfaces: people who knowingly and intentionally drive in such a way as to endanger others usually out of anger and arrogance. 

You are welcome."

 

I didn’t know how ill prepared I was to be an adult. Feel free to contribute anytime. I laugh and learn. It’s a good thing.

 

Thank you, friends.