Here are some things that I’m not, and some things that I am.
- Not a bible scholar, but a bible student.
- Not a gardener, but always working in the yard.
- Not a great preacher, but preach with great effort.
- Not a great thinker, but I do think.
Men Don’t Think
There’s an idea floating about that men don’t think. It’s not, “Men can’t think,” but that they choose not to, for long periods of time.
I can’t speak to the validity of that premise as I lack research and data. Sure, I could Google it and find something, but, I don’t know, I’ll try to think about it.
The cliché scenario is played out while men are driving with their wives. The dialogue goes something like this:
Wife: “Honey, you seem awfully quiet, something on your mind?”
Husband: “O, nothing really.”
Wife: “Well, feels like you are preoccupied with something.”
Husband: “No, I’m not.”
Wife: “You have to be thinking about something?”
Wife: (with growing angst) “That’s crazy, you can’t just think about nothing.”
Husband: “Sure I can, do it all the time.”
I’ll admit to “zoning out” more than I used to. I’m missing exits on freeways, driving past streets I wanted, and other things. Lately, I’m missing my own street. Not every time, but sometimes. The fun part is seeing how far I’ve gone before realizing that I have. My excuse? I don’t have one. I’ve admitted to not being a great thinker, so, that isn’t it.
You may be saying, “Wow, Rick’s getting old.” I can’t debate that. But I don’t have dementia nor am I experiencing black outs, at least none I’m aware of.
Mostly, I’m just not thinking. I used to think, at least I think I did.