The other day, I had
a few free moments and decided to use the world’s digital resources, i.e., GOOGLE, to improve
myself. I started to type in “how to bbee . . .” Okay, I’m a bad keyboarder.
Blame it on my uncoordinated and somewhat stiff fingers. Now that I think about
it, I suppose I could look up how to be a better keyboarder—but that will have
to wait.
As for the other suggestions, well, wife disqualifies me. Listener
almost disqualifies, considering my attention span wanes after five to seven seconds. After that, I don’t really pay much attention to the
jibber-jabber that comes out of too many people’s mouths these days. If I were
a better listener, I’d probably have to be a better person to keep from punching the jibber-jabberers in the mouth.
The last two on the list—boyfriend
and husband—also disqualify me
since I’m neither, and sometimes consider myself lucky that I am, neither, that is, which
probably explains why I’m neither. (It makes sense to me. It doesn't have to make sense to you. So there. You want to fight about it? I'll fight about it, any day. Just let me know!)
Then it occurred to me: If a person doing a GOOGLE search simply put in how to be a better person, wouldn’t he
or she automatically be a better wife,
listener, boyfriend, and husband? And
by the way, why is husband listed
three notches below wife? Does GOOGLE think it's a higher priority for women to improve over men? Does it
make me a better person that I
noticed that?
Something tells me GOOGLE doesn't give a rat's tail about my personal quest for self-improvement. All I really wanted to know was how to be a
better golfer. Now I’ve trivialized the whole search process and wasted time I could have spent on the driving range. I feel bad about
that. Does it make me a better person
that I feel bad about myself? Maybe I’m making progress.
Still, my golf game stinks, and I don’t think focusing on becoming a better person or a better listener or a better whatever will do one bloody thing to keep my Titleists out of the water hazards.
Still, my golf game stinks, and I don’t think focusing on becoming a better person or a better listener or a better whatever will do one bloody thing to keep my Titleists out of the water hazards.

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