Why is being honest when asked, "How are you?" become a crime?

 

I seem to open a can of worms every time that I answer that question honestly!
Being polite is tricky!

Tell me why must we always say, "fine", to the above question?

I ask you, "why bother?" then? Asking?

Wouldn't it be more acceptable and efficient, that is if you really do not care to hear the answer, to just say, "Hello", and move along on your merry way?

Waste of time, I think if you do not care to stop and chat...

Is half the population of the world programmed to be polite with the other half allowed to be impolite? Or is it that the other half is just more prudent with their time, perhaps, the so-called impolite half, third or quarter or three-quarters or in this day and age most?

I have lost my train of thought... uh oh, it is times like these that I try getting off this thing before it totally derails! Hearty, hearty har har!

But in all things sensible and real, why do we tend to recall what our parents told us that make no sense, sometimes...?

As we age, I have found that our lives have been through so many ups and downs and often a dichotomy of useful and useless information that has been acquired from so many sources at times it is difficult to recall where the original was that we ascertained such common sense or lack of such;... we might find that we are calling for clarity or better yet, for forgetfulness!

There's a point to all this and I am getting to it... once you have reached a respectable age there is a large contingency of us that do know our minds and it still takes little effort to use them, so with common decency and love for all mankind USE THEM WITH SINCERITY AND KINDNESS!!! ALL OTHERS STAND DOWN AND DISAPPEAR QUICKLY INTO THE NIGHT!!! AND THESE ARE WHO ARE OR FOLLOWERS OF THE ORANGE FROTHY-HAIRED GUY, THE SO-CALLED X-president, MR. T. OR HIMSELF!

HE MAKES ME WANT TO SHOUT, "BE KIND REWIND!!!" 

BE KINDLY HONEST TO ALL HUMAN BEINGS!!!

RE: THE ABOVE STATEMENT MEANS ALL WHO ACT LIKE HUMAN BEINGS WITH DECENCY AND RESPECT! AND IS PURELY THE OPINION OF THIS AUTHOR!

PS don't ask me unless you really want to know, okay? LOL

I just reread what I wrote, and I will not remove it because that would be wasting my unprecious time, ha... Although, now that I did reread it, I can honestly see how much of what I wrote was nonsensical, and so please forgive me for wasting your time too? Okey dokey!

Fiddle dee, tomorrow's another day!

And so we must go, for now ...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made, I will comply anyway, for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

3 months................................................ 3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. (Although, the actual date this blog started was June 25, 2008.) 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties... We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!