Bad advice

I’m getting a kick out of the weird word. Being weird is not that hard to do, especially when people give you bad advice. Like, always tell the truth. The truth in business is often not what your boss really wants to hear. Nor is it what the local politicians want written on the front pages of the paper. They want the narrative, whether it is the one that makes the boss look good or the politician. They need the narrative.

Asking for an explanation is also not popular. People do not want to explain why they do what they do or they prefer what they prefer or they feel inclined toward a certain outcome. It’s simply understood.

I like the whys. I’ve spent my life asking why. Here I am at a young age looking for a response from a nice lady in red. My one brother sings ‘la-la-la-la’ so he doesn’t feel the discomfort of the lady grasping her ever-tightening hands. My other brother looks off, cute as aways, playing the knave. Undoubtedly the lady in blue is thinking, ‘she’s an odd little girl.’

I don’t regret being weird for a minute. Looking for answers is the most interesting pastime.