it seems to apply everywhere, to everything. i can’t even remember what margie, in her 80-plus-year-wisdom, was talking about when she said, “it’s all a bunch of phooey.”
phoo-ey: (informal) exclamation: used to express disdain or disbelief; noun: nonsense
yes. it seems to be relevant. no matter where i look. each arena with its own bunch of phooey.
to what do we each ascribe? truth? phooey? do we straddle the line? how do we couch our opinions? why are we encountering so much phooey? how do we justify phooey? what parts of life are exempt from the phooeyness? fred rogers said, “try your best to make goodness attractive.” goodness > phooeyness
my sweet poppo never cursed. well, hardly ever. but in those moments that he felt absolute and extreme exasperation, he would exclaim in a burst, “this is bullsh*t!” he would be camping with me these days, simply because 1. he’s my poppo and 2. he would be exasperated. he would agree with margie.
even with more words, and i have plenty of words stored up but am reminding myself that less-is-more-less-is-more-less-is-more, i don’t think i can add much to margie’s wise ones: it IS all a bunch of phooey.
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