A very large part of my job involves dealing with the public. It’s not face-to-face, but over the phone, which can make some things easier and some… not so much.
Before I continue, I should probably take a moment to explain something to you. My mind is my most defining feature. It’s both how I define myself and how others define me. If you ask people who know me to do word-association and say “Kat,” they invariably come up with some variation on “smart.” I am a thorough and logical thinker. Logic is way up high on my list of important stuff.
One other thing. The public, as a general entity, does not have logic on any list whatsoever – much less an important one.
And so some days, my mind threatens to simply explode with the sheer stupidity that I deal with all day long.
It’s not that I believe myself to be intellectually superior. It’s not that I think everyone around me is stupid. Quite the opposite – I truly believe that everyone I interact with is on the same level that I am. Therefore, I am always and utterly floored when people are stupid at me.
You know the expression, “It boggles my mind”?
verb (used with object)1. to overwhelm or bewilder, as with the magnitude, complexity, or abnormality of
Well, stupidity boggles my mind in every sense of the word. In all seriousness. I don’t know how to react. I become overwhelmed with this feeling of… awe, almost. I’m left with my mouth open and my eyes glazed as I try to process what just happened, as my mind scrambles to find a shred of logic in what just happened. A shred, a scrap, a crumb. Anything, please God.
I rarely do. And somehow, by the grace of God, my head hasn’t exploded yet. Three months tomorrow, and my mind is still intact, for the most part. Let’s hope it’s the same in six. And twelve.
But don’t expect me to stop asking, “Non, mais serieux – est-ce que c’est possible d’être stupide comme ça et encore être en vie?!”