Each year, the world appears to have an implicit ceremony—the Yearly Grant for Morons. No tuxedos, no ruddy carpets, fair a parade of preposterous choices, thoughtless patterns, and jaw-dropping slips in rationale. It's not broadcast, but gracious, it goes viral. From the fellow who attempted to victimize a police station to the young lady who put stick in her hair for shine—contestants line up unwittingly, gladly indeed, competing for the crown of "What Were You Considering?"
This fanciful grant doesn't care around status. Lawmakers win it, influencers get it, indeed normal people get assigned for wild stunts that oppose reason. But perhaps it's not almost about idiocy. Perhaps it's a reflect. A enormous, clever, agonizing reflect that reflects the franticness we some of the time select or drop into—when pride exceeds intelligence, when influence chases pulverize common sense.
Still, the world giggles. We shake our heads, tag companions, drop snickering emojis. But profound down, we know—on a awful day, with the wrong decision, we may be within the running as well. So here's to the Yearly Grant for Idiots—a crazy update that we all require a small more considering, a small less self image, and perhaps, fair possibly, a delay some time recently squeezing post.
