Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Another uncomfortable situation...
Another uncomfortable situation...what do I mean? I had to explain to someone what MY definition of "Friend" is. I said a friendship, using MY definition, is a relationship that is internally altruistic but looks reciprocal externally. Confusing? I'll explain. It's all about the motivation behind the kind acts between the people in the relationship.
I have friends that will do things for me with no desire to be "payed back". They also know that I have done and will continue to do the same for them. Our individual motivations are altruistic, but because we are in a constant state of doing for each other, on the outside it has the look of reciprocity. I personally believe that this is also the best way to conduct a romantic relationship. The romantic relationship example of this unfortunately is merely a hypothesis. I've done my part in the past, now I look for a lady that will do the same for me...then all will be good.
The reason that I bring this up? I ran into a friend (Editors note: notice the lack of quotes around the word friend) who spoke of the good old days and as I went through my memories...those days weren't so good. I remember being treated horrendously at school, in romantic relationships and just in fucking general. Upon reflection, I had very few "friends" (Editors note: notice the appearance of quotes around the word friend). After that encounter I realized that the reason that I had few friends was my lack of one very important one...ME. I mean, I should at least be my own best friend. I had certainly felt up and had sex with myself enough times... BACK THEN. (Editors note: Shut up!)
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
I want to start a national movement to allow people to slap people acting like big a-holes in public. There's a lot of work out there!
I like to have women click their heels and scream "There's no place like home!" as I make love to them in their beds. No, YOU'RE weird!
If we legalized prostitution, hacker attacks would drop 99.9%....because these dudes really need some (edit) badly!
Hell is probably having to listen to my teen/20something relatives on the phone with their boyfriends trying to sound grown up.
Loud, profane and stupid are negatives individually. Together, they are absolutely horrible...unless you're a hot woman and I'm in you.
Now I know where all of the crazy people we used to run from in the singles bars went. #nutjobpoliticos
Some Insurance companies will now stop offering coverage to kids to fight against health bill...let's see if "people" protest that shit...
Politicians, I know that you live in your own little worlds...but we CAN see you. So you ARE lying to our faces.
The same words now sounded (coming from her) as if she was thinking "There's a door in the back scum, crawl through the doggie door where you'll wait for a man to slap you. Then get in the spit in your face line...and MAYBE we'll help you." This person needed and needs help. This is NOT the time to add insult to injury. I shot her a look...and she returned to some semblance of professionalism, but she had already eroded my respect for her. Yes, a letter was sent to the higher ups and yes...my uncle is now going somewhere else. (I will not elaborate further)
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
After she left, we all felt bad mainly because we started to dislike her based on her attitude towards us, but her nice words to our friend made us rethink how we felt. 10 minutes pass and we notice our friend and his new lady approach us. We all are thinking that they had a change of heart and WILL join us. It seemed to everyone that our newfound positive feelings toward her were accurate after all. Then she spoke.
She looked at my friend and said "Uh, when I said I had a great time I meant the food...um...not the play. Sorry." She then left. She came back just for that. It would have been so easy to let the guy think that a stranger had positive feelings about his show. That would have been too easy I guess. That my friends is "Feeling-Hurting OCD" She was just compelled to come back and say that. I hope, the next time that she is wearing one of her expensive furs, she happens upon a group of angry PETA members exiting Home Depot with enough paint to do a hotel. End of rant. (At least this one)
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
The reason that I’m here and on my blog(s) is simple. I like to express my ideas. Everyone needs to have a place to vent, celebrate or quite simply…just say stupid outrageous shit. This is not therapy. You will not meet everyone that reads what you write and if you did, they will not all give a shit about you. It is not that serious. I believe the human need to express yourself supersedes worrying about the response. Do I want people to enjoy what I write? Yes. If they don’t or if no other person sees it, will I stop? Fuck no.