How does it happen that we have days of stupidity? Days when we do and say stupid things? Not with malicious intent, but those stupid things happen none the less. I sit quietly for a while, reflecting on my day so far and I find myself saying, "How could I have been so stupid?!"
I know to check my rearview mirror before backing up. The long blast on a horn that is not mine tells me I made a stupid mistake.
I know that it is well after lunch. The smirk on the clerk's face tells me my greeting of "Good morning" is not quite right.
I know I shouldn't try to sip my hot coffee while accelerating. The slosh up my nose tells me I should have left my cup in the cup holder.
I know how to respond politely to strangers. Yet, because of my mind being elsewhere, I mutter a cool, "Yeah" to the cashier's "Have a nice day!"
I shake my head at myself. I know, I know, I know....but I make mistakes. I'm misunderstood. I choose poorly. When I'm feeling less reflective and more humorous, I might call them my "blonde moments." I can laugh at myself. Today I just wonder, why the Stupid Days?
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