Somewhere deep in the chasm that separates a gift from a curse lays my inexorable need to find the logic in everything. And everyone. And more often than not, it’s those ‘everyones’ that really send the scales crashing on the cursed side of the aforementioned gulch.

Now I don’t know if it’s my own fresh hell or what, but it seems to me that an ever increasing number of the people I come into contact with on a daily basis, strictly, totally, and completely defy any form of logic.

The time is nigh that I have reason to doubt the majority automatically put their best foot forward. I can no longer rest assured that for the most part people will inherently do the next right thing. And heaven forbid I should take it for granted that if given the opportunity most would choose praise over even the most constructive of criticisms.

Now is about the point in this diatribe where I am supposed to pull out this amazing antidote of essential wisdom that will instantaneously restore common sense to the masses. Speak a single sentence that will percolate with the ability to revive reason and in one fell swoop set the logically challenged gently back on the path to,, to… To?

Where is it they were supposed to be going again?

Augh! Forget I mentioned it…

Sunday Writing Prompt: Gift