Circus Powerlessness

Ever been hopping along through life, happy or moderately content, when suddenly someone tells you, "I know you're on a diet, but you looked so hungry that I bought you a candy bar" or "Does Jim want to get married too?" or "Nothing by it, but if my hair looked like yours, I would do something."

All of the above (and more) have been said to me, exact words. What are these? These are monkeys--someone else's monkeys. They have escaped the circuses of others' lives and have come to my circus to throw poop on my monkeys which I have just gotten down for their nap.

A "circus" is someone else's life. Their "monkeys" are the issues of their life. 

First person above: monkey name is Jealousy.

Second person above: monkey name is Judgment. 

Third person above: monkey name is Pride.

Ever get tired of those people who say, "Not my circus; not my monkeys"? Don't you just want to smack them and say, "But what about when their monkeys are all up in my circus?"

The answer is the Beauty of Powerlessness. Since these are not my monkeys, I do not have any control over them. I don't know what made them misbehave AND I don't have to fix their monkeys even if I could. I am Powerless over another's circus and his or her monkeys. Ahhhh!

Calgon, take me away!