I Pity the Fool Who Denies Themself the Sweet Surrender of Foolishness

I know it’s important to not eat too much of certain kinds of seafood. But I don’t know which seafoods to avoid eating too much of, and I also don’t know how much is too much. I eat tuna and/or sardines a couple times a week. Crab cakes on occasion. Aside from that, it’s the occasional tilapia and salmon. Salmon definitely isn’t seafood. I’m about 80% sure tilapia is from the ocean but I’d be lying if I said I really knew one way or the other. I am aware that whether I’m right or wrong, I’ve just made a fool of myself. I’m also fine with that. Because guess what! I am a fool. And so are you. We are all foolish. And those of you who are somehow under the delusion that you are somebow immune to the fool disease of foolishness, you’re the biggest fool of all. Well, maybe not quite as foolish as me. It takes a pretty big fool to decide to call out 100% of people and accuse them of being fools. 

Making a fool of myself is something I really love to do. It’s not something I’ve always loved to do though. I had to learn to love it. It was an acquired taste. It wasn’t even all that long ago that I took myself so super seriously. Took everything very seriously. Took great offense to any and all questioning of my intelligence or competence.  

I think that’s part of growing up though. And I don’t specifically mean growing out of taking yourself seriously is part of growing up. I mean I think it’s an essential stage to go through to have a point where you take yourself too seriously and then grow out of it. It’s like a cocoon. You must for that chrysalis of self-aggrandizing delusion around yourself and then burst out of it in order to become a beautiful butterfly of truth. 

Only a fool would refer to himself as a butterfly of truth. But at least I’m willing to admit it and call myself out.  

The sooner you stop taking yourself seriously, the better. Some people - far too many people - possibly the majority of people - stay stuck in the cocoon. They never break through. They never find a way out. Over time it just continues to harden and solidify. It becomes harder and harder to break and they never find their way out. There aren’t many things quite as sad as witnessing someone who has lived their entire life without ever bursting out of that cocoon and learning to laugh at themselves. Themself? Theirself? Their self? Hmm... how foolish of me. 

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