Have You Ever Just Wanted to Let Loose on The World With Your Pen? I Did…

Have you ever been stuck behind “that guy” holding up traffic, usually because he can’t seem to talk on his phone and drive at the same time? How about being in line at the store while the person ahead of you tells their life’s story to an uninterested clerk? The inconsiderate guy in the crowded parking lot, his car in reverse, just sitting there getting his seat “just so”. The one in the drive thru ordering for twelve instead of just going in? And on and on… I used to think they were the exception but I’m learning that they are actually “the rule”. People live in a bubble and seem to care less who they inconvenience or offend. To a driver, the car is his whole world and everyone outside, they just don’t exist. Even more amazing is how brave these people are, while they’re locked in their car. You’re expected to yield and be patient. I don’t feel like yielding and my patience is gone. You don’t live in a bubble, this is the real world where the weak get eaten. Tempers are flaring and it’s time for a change. What you do and what you say can have an unpleasant result if, for example, you are “that guy” and decide to ignore the frustrated drivers or worse, run your mouth about how it’s your “right” to be any way that you want and they “just have to live with it”. Usually before that sentence leaves your misguided mouth, someone has had enough and the last thing you remember is being dragged out of the car window by your balls. So much for your opinion. Humans are a violent species and those that foolishly think otherwise, will find their “entitled” behavior less tolerated. Welcome to the party.

We are SURROUNDED by people of ALL shapes and sizes and most have an OPINION, demanding to be heard. By my MATH, 40% have the IQ of a turnip and just smile a lot, the next 20% are ABLE to tie their own shoes AND give an opinion, but really shouldn’t. The next 20% Just CAN’T help themselves and PUSH their opinions on everyone and the last 20% say very little and just WATCH the rest blather on, AMAZED that we are all of the same species. Between politics, the news and just LOOKING around a mall, I’ve arrived at ONE conclusion; we desperately need a plague; it’s time to THIN the herd. Think of it as MOTHER Nature’s forest fire, as we are up to our ass in dead WOOD.

People, YOU are NOT taking care of YOUR business. However, you seem VERY interested in taking care of mine. We ALL know the difference between right and WRONG. Either you choose a path and move forward or don’t and just leech off family and friends. The former is rare, the latter is today’s NORMAL and benefits only you, that’s OK though, as you don’t seem to MIND. But wow, do you cry FOUL when you are described as a freeloading mooch. You feel YOUR opinion actually matters and that the WORLD owes you an audience. You have chosen the path of least resistance EXPECTING great results. YOU are an idiot. Garbage in-garbage out. The WORLD owes you nothing.

You do VOLUNTEER for whatever. But you  make sure EVERYONE knows that you did. A newspaper interview? Why yes, please! You seek RECOGNITION while you search for your identity; now you can say you “belong”, you’re NOW a “winner” and you managed to do it with your usual “minimal effort”. Good for you! No, NOT really, now you’re just a RECOGNIZED failure and I also recognize, that you are a sheep on the “let’s feel-good about ourself” band wagon. REAL volunteers are rarely known for their efforts and usually have no financial incentive. They also know what the WORD “altruistic” means. You, most likely, are reaching for your phone to look it up.

I OWE you absolutely NOTHING and I don’t even feel bad about it. The WORLD owes you absolutely nothing either. YOUR mere presence and your words OFFEND me. You are insignificant. You are UNIMPORTANT. You are a PAIN in the ass. That IS life. You feel entitled. You are WRONG.

YOU also feel disrespected. You FEEL that you should be RESPECTED. Yet you’ve EARNED nothing. You’ve DONE nothing. Neither a gun nor MONEY has gained you respect. NOW, you are an armed, well-funded AND disrespected MORON. Instead of RESPECT, I guess you have fear. Congratulations, you’re a thug.

The world’s Population is GROWING exponentially and you, unbelievably, keep reproducing; creating more traffic clogging, waste generating, entitled, little ENVIRONMENTAL disasters.  Now you say you FEEL marginalized. That one is true; you’re actually NOT special. You are but a grain of sand on the great beach of life. Again, NO ONE cares; You have NOTHING to say that I even remotely want to hear. Just play on your phone and sit quietly. Maybe read the National ENQUIRER.

Unless YOU have something IMPORTANT to discuss, DON’T. Be Anonymous, Be quiet. Be invisible. Use that hole below your nose for a BURGER and a diet Coke. If this BOTHERS you, that’s tough and that’s LIFE. Do me a favor and please use that 15 minutes of FAME that you feel so entitled to and SPEND it on a short read from the HEMLOCK Society. It is UNLIKELY anyone will notice the loss and since you will now finally be GONE, you won’t be “that guy” dragging YOUR ass, holding up traffic in front of me. Without you and your ilk, I’ll bet there will be traffic lanes OPENING up all over the place . This is YOUR big chance to do something that ACTUALLY makes a difference . But you won’t because you are a COWARD. Quit STANDING there with your HAND out, you are not a child, you are an ADULT. If you must carry a sign, it needs to say “I SUPPORT Roe v. Wade”. After all, an OUNCE of prevention can go a long way.

I have TWO words for you today: Soylent Green and Euthanasia. (yes, you may grab your phone).

Also, Food for thought:

Great minds discuss ideas.
Average minds discuss things.
Simple minds talk about other people.

Where do you fit in? Not that I really care…It just feels good to take a pen and vent; it’s quite therapeutic actually. I feel better already and I recommend it highly. Let’s keep the venting ACADEMIC though. Too many PEOPLE seek their 15 minutes of fame through VIOLENCE and that is NOT venting, that is being sadly, Human. But that’s just MY opinion.

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The Twilight Muse

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 Unbound, the Muse joyfully dances and frolics in the sleeping mind of the dreamer, casting aside all thoughts of fear and doubt, she puts forth the glorious possibilities of human existence, painting their dreams with a colorful palette of emotion and light.

Emerging at twilight, she adores the night’s skies as the waxing moon releases her from earthly bonds and with chains cast aside, she is free to explore, to create, to wander the resting minds of all she encounters.

While the Artist paints, the dreamer dreams, who, while lost in the warmth of her inspiration and feeling of absolute joy, still catches a glimpse of life’s infinite potential in each delicate stroke of the master’s brush.

Her canvas complete, she tries in vain to gently awaken from slumber all who desire to remember her canvas before the darkness yields to the chaos of the morning’s light.

For the Muse knows that all dreams do flee as the rising Sun, ever so jealous, chases them away from the depths of the dreamer; Their intimate encounter lost to the stars, forever.

Again, she whispers to the dreamer, pleading that he arise as she is anxious to peer deep into his eyes, hoping he remembers with lasting joy, all that She has shared.

Sadly, the dreamer resists, wanting only to delay the morning’s looming chaos, seeking refuge beneath the warmth and comfort of the sheets, which protect the dreamer from reality as a warrior’s shield protects the warrior from harm. Her memory fades, the painting is lost; all that remains, hidden deep within the cluttered human mind, now lost to consciousness.

The waning Moon watches the folly unfold and like a shepherd tending his flock, summons home the Muse as the Moon must now yield the night’s slumber to the rising sun. The Muse now weary, lays down her palette, envious of all who dream; a desired gift denied, as a Muse can have no Muse. The Moon, in love, watches her from afar and with gentle voice begs she seek solace and allow her weary soul the respite so earned.

As she closes her eyes, wrapped is a blanket of stars, the Moon whispers in her ear, “O’ sweet Muse, joyous peace has eluded your soul for far too long.” The waning Moon smiles as she finally sleeps,  and with the tenderest of love, sends a Muse to joyfully dance and frolic within her dreams.

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The Secret of my Success; One Scoop at a Time…

I’m working in the yard doing the most unpleasant of jobs; filling a large orange bucket with crap from our dogs. When the kids were young, we called it potty patrol. Now that they’ve grown up and gone, the task falls to me and apparently, I’ve been derelict.

It seems that our two black labs, Archie and Abby along with our Granddog Nala, and Sweet Pea, a chihuahua, have all decided to go into the fertilizer business.

With shovel in hand, I began and am quickly lost to the land of daydreams. I thought of my past jobs, as I’m currently staring down the barrel of retirement and am amazed at the success that I’ve enjoyed. I found myself back in a Police Cruiser, then I think of my career in the financial services industry. I remember the businesses that I was a part of building and their successful growth which ultimately culminated in a profitable sale, creating the early opportunity to retire. I’ve always had goals and with complete tunnel vision, I did my part to make them happen.

My mind then returned to the present and I see my half-filled bucket of crap. Oddly, I’m annoyed that it’s only half full and immediately set out to fill it to the top line, about an inch below the rim. I’m now laughingly focused on this goal and set about finding as much crap as possible. I’m wishing that we had a Great Dane which would increase the volume while cutting the fill time in half. I mean, it’s all about efficiency. I then realized what I was doing and the silliness of my endeavor…and then I filled the bucket to the line..

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It occurs to me though, that the reason for my past success is that I make goals, then “doggedly” pursue the meeting of them and that apparently no goal is too silly to pursue. It also seems that I’m quite “anal” and that I like to win and I win by crushing the goals that I set.

I filled that bucket; one scoop at a time and relished in my success. Then I took pictures…

Nala appears to questioning my sanity but does seems appreciative of my efforts.

 

 

A Man Falls Into a Hole…

“This guy’s walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t get out.
“A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, ‘Hey you. Can you help me out?’ The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on.
“Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, ‘Father, I’m down in this hole can you help me out?’ The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on
“Then a friend walks by, ‘Hey, Joe, it’s me can you help me out?’ And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, ‘Are you stupid? Now we’re both down here.’ The friend says, ‘Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.'”

Aaron Sorkin

Silence

The sound of Silence, to breathe, to exhale; finally

Lost today, feared by those, who in silence, must reflect and
listen to their inner voice and flee it’s true reflection of their existence.

Silence, lost to the world as a virtue, now considered a sign of deceit or ambivalence.

Our inner voice, desperate to be heard, screams through the fog of constant noise only to be ignored; finding its only path to the human mind during restful sleep or through the silence offered by the mute button.
Silence brings peace to the soul,
the mind, the ears; to life

Glorious Silence