Different Strokes........

Everyday People
(Sly and the Family Stone)

Sometimes I'm right, but I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the baker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in


I am everyday people
Yeah, yeah


There is a blue one who can't accept the green one

For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on, and so on and scooby-dooby-doo


Ooh, sha, sha
We got to live together


I am no better, and neither are you
We are the same, whatever we do
You love me, you hate me, you know me and then
You can't figure out the bag I'm in

I am everyday people

Yeah, yeah

There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair

For being such a rich one that will not help the poor one

Different strokes for different folks

And so on and so on and scooby-dooby-doo     


Ooh, sha, sha
We got to live together


There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one
That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on, and so on and scooby-dooby-doo

Ooh, sha, sha

I am everyday people

 

 

From top to bottom, we have Bhudda, Jesus, Madalyn Murray O'Hair, and Krishna (in a cartoon, no less). I would have had one of Mohammed but we know about that no pictures thing. In every one of these pictures, these people are doing the same thing..laughing,  being happy, enjoying themselves. WHAT A CONCEPT!!!

 

I have noticed that many adherents of different philosophies, religions and political idealogies tend to take themselves too darn seriously at times. Some take themselves too seriously ALL the time. See, I've watched us moms take it from all sides, of late. On Facebook, we Natural Mothers were hand-slapped by a good Christian and we know you can't be good unless you are a Christian, according to that contingent. I made a joke from the funny status bar and caught hell from some conservative loved ones who thought I was advocating gun control. Actually, I am in favor, but not rabid about it.

 

Then I was taken to task by my beloved son for voting the Democratic ticket in the last presidential election. Talk about rabid! He's been knowing that I lean to the left for quite a while. He must have had a burr up his butt last night.

 

It makes me wonder when people take time off to just enjoy being themselves, to learn to live and let live and realize that it takes all kinds to make a world. Everyone is too busy making boxes with labels and then trying to put everyone they know and quite a few they don't know into what they think in the appropriate box.

 

Look around, folks. So far, until we know there is life on other planets, we are all in the same box. Our individuality is what makes us interesting. And laughter is what makes life worth living. I'm really finding it funny that I got so pissed about this. Has anyone ever noticed that you make more typographical errors when you are mad?

 

This goes along with the post from yesterday and Musing Mother's excellent blog from today. Anger has its place in our lives and can be a wonderful tool if used correctly. But you can't stay angry all the time and have a balanced life. Hyper-sensitivity is a sure-fire avenue to a miserable existence. I am devoting today to love, laughter, a good DVD and snuggling with hubby and pooch.

 

Life is too short for taking exception to small stuff and it's getting shorter every day. Laugh it up.