We all carry our favorite delusions around in our back pocket:
- The 5-second rule for dropped food.
- Barack Obama is not a natural born citizen of the United States. (For all you conservatives out there.)
- Sarah Palin believes she can see Russia from her house. (For all you liberals out there.)
- Global warming. (I just threw that in to irk my husband.)
- Summer is a great time to get things done while the kids are out of school.
- Irregardless is not a word. (So sad. It is so widely used it has become “nonstandard” English and now appears in virtually any dictionary. Look it up.)
- It takes 7 years for gum to pass through your digestive system.
- Eating turkey makes you sleepy. (Actually, ground beef and chicken contain the same amounts of tryptophan as turkey.)
- Santa Claus. (For all of you. Because I still believe.)
- That your boyfriend is completely faithful.
- Saint Patrick was Irish. (He was English.)
- Walt Disney is being preserved in a cryonic chamber.
- Friday the 13th is an unlucky day. (When you’re a glass-half-full gal like me? It’s just another day.)
There are things we want to believe because it makes us happy. There are things we believe because it provides order and an explanation, no matter how irrational the belief may be. There are things we want to believe because it gives us hope. There are things we believe, not because we want to, but because we’re too lazy to look it up.
There are things we choose to believe because it’s the world we have created for ourselves and we like it that way.
Put me in that category.
I like my rose colored glasses.
I choose to believe that there can be a world without the need for war or weaponry. I believe in Disney magic and Santa Claus. I believe that the Mayan calendar would start all over again if the Mayans were here to produce a new one. I believe in the 5 second rule. (Depending on the surface on which it falls, of course.)
I choose to believe the unseen truths that comprise my faith. I believe that someday my mortgage will no longer be upside down. I choose to believe that I will not turn into my mother. I believe that if I break a cookie in half the calories will fall out. I believe in fairy tales and miracles. I believe that people are born good and fate has a nasty way of twisting those who succumb to evil. I believe in goodness and light and kindness and joy.
Call me delusional.
I don’t care.
I’m much happier this way.
9 responses to “Yes. There Is Even A Special Day For The Delusional. Happy Festival of Popular Delusions Day!”
Myths, fairytales and rose-colored glasses all exist for a reason. I believe it’s called sanity and survival.
And the world would be a better place if there were more like you in it.
Hi Rose. Meet me, Black. But you are so good for me. 🙂
I didn’t know that about the cookies–a serious breach of caloric knowledge on my part. I can now enjoy my box of JoeJoes without guilt. Thank you for passing on this valuable into.
Love the rose colored glasses photo.
What at great list of delusions. Haha!
I saw an episode of Myth Busters a while back, and apparently the amount of time food spends on the floor is not as significant as the moisture content of the floor (or the food) – or something like that…
I always enjoy bumping into those of you who wear rose colored glasses, because it makes me pause and look at things through different lenses 🙂
I love this and I am right there with you! Rose colored glasses are the only way to go! 🙂
I keep thinking of that “belief” monologue from Bull Durham by Crash Davis.
But for the record I believe in a lot of “crazy” stuff too. It keeps me sane.
You make me laugh! (Thank you.)
Your outlook is refreshing!