Having a Brain Can Be a Problem (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 07 2024	Views/Reads: 212/112	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I need to treat others as I would want to be treated.

I have been showing people a picture of my brain for almost a month now.
I've been having a lot of fun doing it and teasing people by saying, “I 
have proof that I have a brain.” 

In the beginning, I just believed that having a brain would be a
wonderful experience for me. Little did I know that having a brain can 
create certain problems—problems that my brain not only cannot help but 
has produced. 

I don't think a day has passed, but I have reminded The Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage that I have a brain and proof of it. So far, 
she has gone along with me. 

You would think a person with a brain would be able to solve every
problem that comes his way. I was to learn that that was not 
necessarily true, and I have the scars to prove it. 

It was Thursday morning, and I was looking for my Bible I used the night
before at a prayer meeting. I looked everywhere, but couldn't find it. 

Finally, I asked The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, “Have you seen
my Bible? I can't seem to find it.” 

Looking at me with one of “those looks of hers,” she said, “You have a
brain, so you find it.” 

I wasn't expecting that and didn't know where it came from. She just
stared at me, so I turned around and went back into my office. Later 
that day, I found it in my truck. 

Whether I left it there the night before or somebody in our residence
put it there to trap me, I don't know. I will keep a secret about which 
one I thought happened. 

I returned to work, and it was a very good day. 

I needed to go to Wal-Mart to pick something up. I looked around for my
wallet, but I could not find it anywhere. I usually put it on the 
counter in the kitchen so I don't lose it. 

Looking at the counter, I couldn't see it. 

Just then, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage walked into the
kitchen. I looked at her and said, “Have you seen my wallet? I thought 
I put it here on the counter, but I can't find it.” 

There was, again, that look of hers, and then she responded, “You have a
brain, so why don't you use it and find it?” 

I was not sure how to respond, so I went on looking for my wallet, and I
eventually found it. I was not sure if I had left it where I found it 
or if somebody put it there to try to trick me. 

At this point, I started thinking about all the time I spent boasting
and bragging about having a brain and evidence to show that I actually 
did have a brain. I must say I had a good time during that time. But 
now, it seems to have backfired on me. 

I hate it when something backfires on me in a very negative fashion. 

Going to my easy chair with a cup of coffee, I sat down and began
looking at the picture of my brain. That was the evidence I needed to 
prove I actually did have a brain. As I looked at it for a few moments, 
I began to wonder, why is my brain not working right now? 

As I looked at the picture, I thought maybe I had gone too far boasting
about my brain. Maybe I should've let it go from the beginning. At the 
time I just thought I was having fun. 

After finishing my coffee, I went into my office and began working on a
project. 

I needed to make copies of my project, but when I tried, the copy
machine was not working. I looked at it for a little bit and didn't 
quite know what to do. The only one who knows how to make this copy 


Click here to read the rest of this story (34 more lines)