I found this funny video clip on my buddy Chuckle's website, called Skedaddy (www.skedaddy.com). Anyway click here for a GREAT (not just good) laugh today. As the title of the clip states, he is "freaking funny"! I'm not sure if this guy is for real, but he's funny. He's like the Tim Conway of fishing.
Surely, we have all met someone or witnessed something that makes us stop and think "Are you for real?" Sometimes, people just seem so genuinely nice, stupid, annoying, naive, meticulous, stunningly beautiful, disorganized, or whatever you can imagine in excess, that you're just not sure what to believe.
I find that the older I get, the more "are you for real" moments I have, however, in my mind I'm really saying "Are you sh*ttin' me?" because I'm just so astounded at some things I can only express it in expletives.
Having attended years of my kids' roller hockey, baseball, and now football games, I find myself asking that question on a regular basis in regards to over zealous moms and dads I observe at the games. Whether they're shamefully yelling at their kids about their lack of performance or being an over-the-top cheerleader on the sidelines. Far be it from me to say that I'm the measuring stick for normalcy, but seriously, all I can think of at these times is "Dude...are you for real? Get a life, and if this is your life, you should consider getting a new one."
Lately, every time I have a conversation with my aging parents, I almost always find myself wondering "Is this confusing and repetitive interaction we're having for real?" because I could just kill myself.
When I witness people texting while driving or hear about pilots laptopping while piloting (and overshooting their destination by about 150 miles) it make me take pause and say "Are you for real or just incredibly stupid?"
When I see people toss their cigarette butts right out the window, because for some reason they think that doesn't count as littering, I just want to ask them "Are you for real and this thoughtless all the time, or only when you smoke?" I find it incredibly ironic that they don't mind if their mouth smells like an ashtray, but they sure as heck don't want the ashtray in their car to smell like an ashtray.
When I read saccharin-ridden Facebook postings of how happy and beautiful and wonderful life is for some people (all the time!) I think "Are you for real, because nobody and their families are that happy or loving all the time, unless they are living in a dreamworld." Sheesh...even the Brady Bunch family had dissent for at least 30 minutes every Friday night. I would just love it for once if someone posted something on Facebook that shared with us just how much their life sucked at that moment! Then, I would think, "now that's for real."
Last night, as I headed out to run some errands, I had a major "are you for real moment" when I saw two houses in my neighborhood already decked out for Christmas. Lights, trees, action! Of course the stores have had their Christmas merchandise out since prior to Halloween, commercials are in full force, and one radio station is already playing holiday music, 24/7. I can see being smart and putting your lights up while it is nice and warm outside, but turning them on? Now you're just asking for trouble from your overstressed and freaked out neighbor. And when this neighbor gives you a dirty Scrooge-like look as she drive past your house, you're going to say "Are you for real and this crabby all the time or only on Tuesday nights?"
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