I Long for Boredom

  

I do love a good conspiracy theory. I think it's great when people question what they are told, but we all know (well, most of us know) a theory is no longer a theory when proven a fact. So why do people still insist they are being lied to, such as "Mad" Mike Hughes, who made his own steam rocket to prove with his own eyes the world is flat. Why not get on a plane instead of wasting time, energy, money, and in this case his life after rocket went kerplunk? His promotor claims it was all a stunt to receive funding for his rockets. 

Bigfoot, Yeti, Nessie, Wuhan, the Mothman, the moon landing...

Hey, even to this day I question the story regarding where the corona virus originated from. Was it from a lab or the Wuhan food market, where you could buy crickets, toads and baby kittens to roast for a Sunday feast?

Lately I see more and more stories warning us aliens walk among us. It would certainly clarify the reason for so many Trumpers. They are aliens who have not quite sorted out human behavior.

Conspiracy theories go way back. In a sociology class I took many years ago we had an assignment to look for anomalies in human behavior. A woman claimed every news source was owned and operated by left wing nutters who were going to take over the world. Every employee and news host was required to sign a contract agreeing to spread the word. I'm not sure what the word was, but we all sat in silence as she blabbered on, getting more hysterical as she continued, her hands shaking as she clutched the paper. I glanced at our professor, watching him as he stood back, nodding his head as she pulled out a tissue from her sleeve, wiped her eyes and quietly wept into her purse. This was before Google was a thing so this revelation was new to me. Our professor cleared his throat and said yes, he had heard that one before. No one had any questions for her. Not out loud anyway.

My sister will kill me if she ever reads what I'm about to write, although I'm not too worried since my family doesn't read my stuff. Anyway, when she was a newlywed living in New Jersey, my husband and I decided to visit her and her husband. I noticed as we walked into the house a rocking chair was in the center of the living room facing the door. I wasn't going to criticize her room design, especially since I collected and displayed porcelain dolls in my home. (((Shudder))) I was worried however when I noticed how pale and tired she seemed to be. She told us her husband had been working the night shift so she was alone at night. Her husband was a native Jersey boy who had been offered a job back home. After they moved he had shown her around town and pointed out local sights, even the sad, run down Atlantic City. He also mentioned the southern half had their very own creature- the Jersey Devil, 

(https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jersey_Devil) who lived in the Pine Barrens and liked to nibble on the local livestock. After her husband left for the evening my sister would sit in the rocking chair with a rifle across her lap, waiting and listening. They didn't own any livestock, not even a dog, so this part puzzled me. 

Conspiracy theories can be fun; nice little distractions when life is too mundane. People don't want to be average, or have to deal with real life situations, so they make up stories. I come from a long line of embellishers. 

Life is a whackadoodle wonder right now. No conspiracy theory can top our current state so I'm looking forward to when life becomes boring again.

*Vincent D'Onofrio in Men in Black

*Drawing with help from Canva and Lunapic. The creature is described as having a horse like head, wings, a tail...