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Clod

Clod: (n) a stupid person

A novel, noble notion just came to my brain. If I could turn it into a lifestyle choice, I might just transform myself a decent human being.

No promises.

What if I could tell myself that I will not criticize, condemn, mock or marginalize any other person who is doing something that I have–at least once–done myself?

Can you imagine that?

Can you comprehend how much ammunition I would remove from my “judgment gun?”

For I will tell you for certain: I have been a clod.

I have been a stumbling, bumbling sweaty mess of gelatin, trying desperately to impress, as I proceeded to diminish any confirmation that I had a brain in my head.

I fumbled.

I bumbled.

I said the wrong thing at the wrong time, and failed to do what was right to the right person.

I have been a clod.

I have been a stranger in a strange land, and that land was “Intelligence.”

I am clumsy–often without excuse, still feeling the need to make one.

If I could just learn that such weakness is much more acceptable if I do not treat others differently than I want to be treated myself.

For you being a clod is no different from me being a clod, which is absolutely the same thing as “clod-dom” everywhere.

Yes, if I would just stop condemning those who have done what I have also done, I would lighten my emotional workload by at least a ton–every single day.

 

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Abdul Hamid II

by J. R. Practixdictionary with letter A

Abdul Hamid II: (1842-1918) the last sultan of Turkey, from 1876-1909. An autocratic ruler, he was deposed after the revolt of the Young Turks.

My dad was a short, German man who was very faithful to his duties but felt no real compulsion to step out of the box, but instead, built a life within one.

I have nothing bad to say about him at all. Matter of fact, he made it kind of easy for me to be my own person without–somebody reminding me all the time that I was his son. That’s kind of nice.

For you see, it’s really tough when you’re Abdul the Second. People walkin’ up to you talking about how good your dad was, how fair, how clever–always winking and suggesting that you might want to become a little bit more like him.

After all, Abdul II never thought he was going to be the last sultan. He ended up being the last sultan because he SUCKED. To continue the reign of sultans, you have to be a pretty good one so that your kid has a chance to screw up later.

That’s what happened with Abdul I. He was a good enough sultan that they let him continue to be one, and then, when he passed it on to his son. . . well,  his boy fumbled the ball on the three yard line.

So I guess it would be better stated that Abdul was the last turkey to be a sultan.

We all need to realize that it is better not to give our children our name, forcing them to live in the shadow of our deeds, good and bad.

Poor Abdul II.

He was just an old ruler overcome by young Turks.