9 april 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2701: annual award for idiots

Imagine a red carpet event, paparazzi flashing lights, a sparkling banner overhead that reads “Welcome to the Annual Award for Idiots!” No tuxedos, no fancy gowns—just mismatched socks, shirts worn backward, and people confidently walking into glass doors thinking they’re automatic.

Every year, the best of the worst gather to be celebrated—not for intelligence, wit, or contribution to humanity—but for their unshakable ability to make the dumbest decisions with Olympic-level confidence. It’s not malice, no. It’s not evil. It’s pure, unfiltered, beautifully chaotic idiocy.

There’s the “Epic Fail Lifetime Achievement Award” given to the man who tried to dry his wet phone in a microwave—and didn’t stop even after the sparks started. The “Bold Confidence in Wrongness” trophy goes to someone who argued for an hour that the moon is a star, with charts and diagrams… all wrong.

Then there’s the “Oops, My Bad” segment, honoring those who pressed “reply all” on company-wide emails or accidentally confessed to their crush—only to find out it was a group chat with their crush’s parents too.

We don’t laugh to mock them—no, we laugh because deep down, we are them. We’ve all had our moments. Moments we wish we could rewind. Moments that made us question our own brain cells. So maybe this award show isn’t just for “them.” Maybe it’s for all of us who sometimes take the scenic route through the land of foolishness.

And at the end of the night, when the glitter settles and the confetti drops, the “Grand Idiot of the Year” stands proudly with their crooked crown, giving a speech that makes no sense, but somehow touches the heart. Because in a world obsessed with being right, maybe a little stupidity is exactly what keeps things fun.

Lights out. Show’s over. But the spirit of idiocy? Eternal.
Picture was sourced from Facebook.