Everyone's a Someone

So I went with some friends tonight to see the movie "The King's Speech." For those of you who are unfamiliar with it, it's about King George VI and how he overcame his speech impediment. It was an amazing movie, and I highly recommend it. However, there's a particular scene in the movie that got me thinking. At one point, two of the characters are walking around and talking, and one gets mad at the other. He storms off, telling his friend that he's a nobody. This brought a thought to my mind that likes to linger there anyway.

This kind of goes back to my post a few days ago, about not liking someone. I find myself thinking, often, of how other people see people. That sounds kinda vague, let me give some examples.

So I have a loving family. I have a mom and dad who both love me (though not each other so much anymore, but that's really not the point right now), a sister who I'm relatively certain loves me, grandparents, friends, and other relationships with people who care deeply about me and I about them.

So let's say we have Kevin over here. (This is not aimed at any specific people I know named Kevin. It was the first name that popped into my head. I promise.) Let's say I don't like Kevin. Yet I find myself forgetting that there are people who do like Kevin. Kevin also has a family full of people who care about him. He has friends and siblings, and all the other relationships I have.

I think that maybe the world could be a slightly better place if everyone remembered this. I'm not saying this would fix all the problems. But maybe there is some truth to what people say about walking a mile in someone else's shoes. If you stop and think about them and their feelings and their relationships, it might give you some insight into why they act the way they act. Maybe the villain who everyone hates in the latest movie is only doing what he/she is to save their mother. I saw a quote recently that basically said that everyone has their own journey with their own struggles, and everyone should stop and be mindful of that.

Wow, did I just write a vaguely sensitive, meaningful post about something? I think I very well might have. I...I dunno what to do right now. I think I'll default back to telling lame jokes that I didn't think of myself. Let's delve into the archives of anti-joke.com...

Here's a good one for those of you who don't like clowns (which is pretty much everyone, let's be honest) :

Q: How do you get a clown off a swing?

A: Hit him with an axe.

Well, that's it for tonight folks. And you were afraid you wouldn't get something completely ridiculous from me tonight. Ha.