Throughout my long and chaotic existence on this planet there have been many things that have baffled me. No, I’m not the brightest Crayola in the box and yes, I can be accurately described as ditsy, unorganized and gullible. Add that to my ADHD and my life and career (both which I LOVE), along with the fact that my brain is rapidly aging, you will understand me as my friends and family do, as the woman who may put the cereal box in the refrigerator and the milk in the cupboard. Yet, still I regularly find myself repeatedly stumped by fellow human beings and asking them (to myself or those in my general company) “What is there not to get?” The phrased question is one similar to the parental response of my childhood blunders as “What part of NO don’t you understand?”
I often encounter scenes, people, and situations in which I marvel at the raw stupidity of others and mourn the evolutionary loss of the homo sapien abilities to quickly rationalize and logically act — something known from our history as “common sense.”
Again, I am not without fault or folly but I do realize after searching the house for the glasses perched on my head, that I have “oopsed” and try to learn from my mistake. Contrary to that practice, many times people cause me to wonder what they don’t see that I so painfully and obviously do.
Like the people who put the braille lettering on the wall outside the elevator doors. What doesn’t the person who put that on the wall get? If someone didn’t have their sight, how would they find the elevator in the first place and how would they know exactly what five-inch-square space of wall to reach out to to touch?
Likewise, what does the person who decides how many handicapped parking places to allow in a given lot not get? At a grocery store, shopping center, or doctor’s office I would expect to see many places for the less-physically-able to use for convenience. What is there not to get at the home improvement stores’ parking lots? How many physically-restricted individuals do they think will arrive to pick up things for the home improvement projects they are no doubt working on ... and at the same time? Twelve? Really?
What is there not to get about complaining about the president and what all he’s done to get us into debt? It’s a simple fact that most of the debt was incurred before he got to sleep in the big man bedroom — and he’s not a dictator or king. If he had a conviction he would have to convince a room full of people who have their own opinions of how things should be. If something got the green light it was because a collective mind decided to give the okay — not one person — and likewise if the policy or remedy or proposal didn’t fly, it would be because a bunch of people — all of which were elected — decided it shouldn’t be so.
Then of course there are speed limit signs. You know. Those are the staggered rectangular white signs lining the right side of the road. They have numbers — in increments of fives — that are there to let people know the fastest they are allowed to drive. What is there not to get about the word “limit?” Instead, most drivers use them as general speed guides to vary around.
Also related to vehicles, some genius provided an indicator — inside, where the driver can conveniently reach it — to let people behind you know what you’re planning on doing before you actually do it! Amazing! What do people not get about the fact that they are helpful in preventing accidents?
Then you have texting and driving and drinking and driving — two different but similarly easy-to-understand rules. And they are rules, not suggestions, designed for the purpose of keeping people alive. We don’t drive blindfolded, or with our hands behind our backs, so what is there not to get about other versions of compromised driving?
Read Part 2 next week.