I am reaching my saturation point of bubble people. You know exactly who I’m talking about! Everyday we run into individuals that for all intents and purposes, live such a life devoid of reality that we say collectively, “they MUST live in a bubble!” The reality is, that those of us who live “normally” are now the exception.

I am amazed that some bubbles are simplistic while others can be more elaborate and cloistered. I begin in the grocery store where today I misjudged a simple task. I thought a few members of one family were actually tying their shoes.  I was mistaken, they were simply adjusting their pants zippers around their ankles. You see, their pants hung so low, they resembled a sagging clothes line between two buildings in the Bronx. This sight (which seems all too frequent nowadays) begs the question, “why do individuals think looking like you’ve been pummeled by the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz is acceptable and normal?

Bubbles don’t just occur with fashion, I’m sometimes overwhelmed with comments made by celebrities? Sarah Palin’s daughter Bristol when commenting about premarital sex said, “sorry, abstinence doesn’t work!” Ahem, is it time for us to panic and pull out the Lego’s and puppets so we can devise a more effective sex education class that “bubble brains” can understand?

Hollyweird wants our life to imitate their art. They sure do everything they can to get us to think like them. Thank goodness there are still holdouts like you and me that aren’t getting sucked into that bubble. Bring back the television show, “Father Knows Best”, and you might gain this fan back. Right now, I maintain my sanity, by having  my television set to the 24-hour Amish network. I leave my TV unplugged.

If you don’t believe my hypothesis of people living in bubbles, consider these comments made by famous Americans;

I guess these comments explain my error the other day while staying in a hotel. I was watching cable TV and it appeared that Hollywood was bringing back the show Mr. Ed but this time it was with dozens of donkeys. After fifteen minutes I was relieved when I realized my error, I had only been watching C-Span.