People ask me what kind of dog I have in the truck. I tell them it’s a hairy dog that sheds. But how I would love to tell them what I’m really thinking.
“Why do you ask me what kind of dog it is? I think it’s visually obvious. It’s a dog with a hairy body. That’s what kind of dog it is.”
What they want to do is strike up a conversation with the owner of the dog. Got it. But why can’t we talk about things that really matter?
I’m not into social competition. BECAUSE: No matter what I say, someone’s bound to judge me. If I do drugs, the druggies love me, but the straight folks despise me. If I’m a straight dude the druggies hate me.
If I say something vile, the vile will love me. If I keep my mouth separate for pure words, the vile despise me. And often times before I open my mouth I am hated simply because I exist.
The question about the dog has to do with competition. If the dog is of “special” breed then the conversation is noteworthy and admirable. But if its just a hairy dog that sheds, there is no value to the conversation at all. The speaker goes away empty-handed and disillusioned. The people aren’t interested in me. They’re searching for noteworthy information.
This is true with everything that man has or doesn’t have. This is why I am not into social competition, and I sincerely prefer to speak of heaven and the Holy Son of the Living God. But no one asks me, “What kind of God do you worship”.
The funny thing is, apparently no one but me even thinks about this. Really, is it funny?