Ignorance is bliss

Ignorance is bliss in the world that I maintain.

While at happy hour last night, a colleague of mine, in the mists of a drunken slur admitted to me that he was miserable in his marriage. In Lou of this I had always admire the type of gentleman he was, all the while factoring into the equation the perfect family with the pretty wife, two adorable well behaved children and I am sure a amazingly obedient chocolate lab. Regardless, why did my colleague decide to share this bit of information with me, shattering any existence of hope I had for a having a picture perfect family of my own…including the 3 bedroom ranch with a freshly painted white picket fence.

Why, Why, Why??????

So don’t tell me that my milk is expired in my refrigerator after I have had my 2nd bowl of cereal. Don’t tell me that the little girl that I sponsor in Africa to go to school by donating $5 a year is really a 35 year old corporate attorney in California. Don’ tell me that the Coca Cola polar bear is not as sweet as he looks and would naturally maul me to death for trying to give him a huge cuddly hug… And lastly, don’t tell me that you are miserable existing in your picture perfect family. I just don’t want to know.

In my world….ignorance is bliss…