It’s the rest of the world that’s messed up.

If you’re around me much, you’re very likely to hear me say that a lot. I frequently say it, which means I frequently mess up.

I don’t like making mistakes, especially when others suffer for them. Very much I would like to cease making mistakes but alas, it is common among us humans. Me a little more than others.

I have been lead to believe that when I get to heaven my mistakes will be no more. That, in itself would be a major miracle for me. That, in itself would give me something for which to be eternally thankful. Maybe, it would be good to start being grateful now.

Meanwhile I am stuck with saying, I’m alright. It’s the rest of the world that’s messed up. Perhaps I should should have it placed in large letters on a T-shirt. Everyone would know to brace themselves as I approach. Might even get a good laugh or 2.

On the other hand, people might take it literally. Maybe they would think I mean it. That wouldn’t be so good.