As you take the garbage to the curb,
remember with a smile on your face the afro/isro you sported during the 70’s, the loud shiny polyester shirt, the buttocks revealing too-tight jeans and the bad shoes, and say to yourself, “what was I thinking?”
As you go through your day, think about the woman behind the counter at Speedway. The one who puts her makeup on with a shotgun. Set to “whore”. The one who would be attractive if she washed her face and put on a pair of jeans that fit. Think of her, and ask yourself “What was she thinking?” And remember to invite others to join the church of “what were you thinking?”
And when you see the guy riding his bike down the center of a country road at 5:15 am (still dark, hello!) wearing no reflective gear and having no lights, make sure you tell him about the services later so he can give testimony.
What was he thinking?
Here, hold my beer and watch this.