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Thursday, February 11, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Gratitude Shmatitude....
I have a problem....
I can freely admit it....
Gratitude is important to me....Very Important. I expect a lot from the people around me. I am always careful to make people feel appreciated. A little appreciation, after all, goes a long freaking way. Have you ever held the door for some one....and they just breeze through it without so much as a fuck you or kiss my ass....like you're the God damn untouchable doorman! Hey! You're fucking welcome! Wishing you could go back and trip them right as they reached the threshold!
I don't ask for much in this life...I really don't. I'm not in it for the money, the women or the fame. But what I do expect from the people around me...is a little freaking courtesy. It isn't difficult by the way. Not so hard to thank some one for a job well done. Or for going the extra mile. For being a good friend. Or for thinking of some one elses needs first....then yourself.
When you meet these people....ungracious assholes....you will know them by their credo....
-ME ME ME-
Pretty easy to remember so they don't get confused. Life is all about me. World revolves around me. Everyone is here to serve me.
These people may give the impression that they care about you. Care about your conversations. Do not be fooled. They are just waiting for you to shut up so they can have their turn to talk. They may be cautious to give eye contact for fear of actual human interaction. This distracts them from their credo of -ME ME ME-. They will most likely deflect conversation by typing away on their precious cell phones. Most likely dissing your ass in a status update on Twit. And finally, they have a difficult time showing any form of gratitude. They will go out of their way to not say thank you.
Who the hell is to blame for people like this??? Parents? That's my guess. Sheltered. Spoiled. Protected from real life where not everyone is here to serve you. Parents...socialize your children. Beat them if you have to. But please, stop producing selfish little pricks. If this trend does not change, there will be consequences. If I have to take an adult man or woman....and put them over my knee.....and paint their back door red....I WILL. I am not afraid to discipline a grown man. So please take these matters out of my hands, before I start using those hands as weapons of mass discipline. SMACK!
Food for thought....
Check in tomorrow...
I can freely admit it....
Gratitude is important to me....Very Important. I expect a lot from the people around me. I am always careful to make people feel appreciated. A little appreciation, after all, goes a long freaking way. Have you ever held the door for some one....and they just breeze through it without so much as a fuck you or kiss my ass....like you're the God damn untouchable doorman! Hey! You're fucking welcome! Wishing you could go back and trip them right as they reached the threshold!
I don't ask for much in this life...I really don't. I'm not in it for the money, the women or the fame. But what I do expect from the people around me...is a little freaking courtesy. It isn't difficult by the way. Not so hard to thank some one for a job well done. Or for going the extra mile. For being a good friend. Or for thinking of some one elses needs first....then yourself.
When you meet these people....ungracious assholes....you will know them by their credo....
-ME ME ME-
Pretty easy to remember so they don't get confused. Life is all about me. World revolves around me. Everyone is here to serve me.
These people may give the impression that they care about you. Care about your conversations. Do not be fooled. They are just waiting for you to shut up so they can have their turn to talk. They may be cautious to give eye contact for fear of actual human interaction. This distracts them from their credo of -ME ME ME-. They will most likely deflect conversation by typing away on their precious cell phones. Most likely dissing your ass in a status update on Twit. And finally, they have a difficult time showing any form of gratitude. They will go out of their way to not say thank you.
Who the hell is to blame for people like this??? Parents? That's my guess. Sheltered. Spoiled. Protected from real life where not everyone is here to serve you. Parents...socialize your children. Beat them if you have to. But please, stop producing selfish little pricks. If this trend does not change, there will be consequences. If I have to take an adult man or woman....and put them over my knee.....and paint their back door red....I WILL. I am not afraid to discipline a grown man. So please take these matters out of my hands, before I start using those hands as weapons of mass discipline. SMACK!
Food for thought....
Check in tomorrow...
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Seriously....come on....
This post will seem trivial....and sexist....so this is your chance to cut and run....
Okay. For those of you who chose to stay....Is having your period that bad? Seriously, hear me out. How bad is having your period???? Apparently, some people would rather have blood clots, stroke or heart attack just to only have four periods a year!!!
Holy shit are you kidding me??? I am not trying to make light of menstruation. In fact, quite the opposite. I think it must be painful, annoying and inconvenient. I get it. But wouldn't you rather endure some pain, annoyance and inconvenience, rather than endure....oh I don't know....death?
If some doctor came to me and said, "tired of getting hit in the nuts?" My response would be like...."yup, it does suck to get hit in the nuts." But if he told that he could cut off one of my testicles with a rusty blade, that could possible give an infection that could kill me....just so I could have a 50% less chance of getting hit in the nuts?????? I would probably just say no, and deal with the risk of catching a ball shot. Maybe its not a great comparison, but the point is, your body works the way it does for a reason. You have a monthly visitor for a reason. I don't have gills for a reason. You don't have an ass in the middle of your forehead for a reason.
We, as a society have gotten too smart for our own damn good. Finding new and ingenious ways to retreat from real life into a predestined world of fake ass bullshit. You talk with people on FB to avoid having a real conversations. Logging out as soon as someone tries to IM you. "Nope....I didn't want to really talk, just wanted to see how fat you have gotten since High School."
We are the fattest, laziest generation to date. We are one step away from the damn dinosaurs. Too busy twittering and self medicating to realize that we are about to fall into the tar pit. It boggles my mind that someone would see a commercial on TV that says it might save you some time, or it could kill you, and people get on board. I think I would rather bleed out of my eyes once a month than take medicine that might freaking give me a stroke.
When my pecker goes soft, not any time soon hopefully, but when it does I will have to accept that my body is saying, "you're not fit for freaking anymore buddy." I am not going to pump my body full of little blue pills to get a 3 hour long chub. You have my word on that....check in twenty years from now to get the story.
Food for thought....
Check in tomorrow....
Okay. For those of you who chose to stay....Is having your period that bad? Seriously, hear me out. How bad is having your period???? Apparently, some people would rather have blood clots, stroke or heart attack just to only have four periods a year!!!
Holy shit are you kidding me??? I am not trying to make light of menstruation. In fact, quite the opposite. I think it must be painful, annoying and inconvenient. I get it. But wouldn't you rather endure some pain, annoyance and inconvenience, rather than endure....oh I don't know....death?
If some doctor came to me and said, "tired of getting hit in the nuts?" My response would be like...."yup, it does suck to get hit in the nuts." But if he told that he could cut off one of my testicles with a rusty blade, that could possible give an infection that could kill me....just so I could have a 50% less chance of getting hit in the nuts?????? I would probably just say no, and deal with the risk of catching a ball shot. Maybe its not a great comparison, but the point is, your body works the way it does for a reason. You have a monthly visitor for a reason. I don't have gills for a reason. You don't have an ass in the middle of your forehead for a reason.
We, as a society have gotten too smart for our own damn good. Finding new and ingenious ways to retreat from real life into a predestined world of fake ass bullshit. You talk with people on FB to avoid having a real conversations. Logging out as soon as someone tries to IM you. "Nope....I didn't want to really talk, just wanted to see how fat you have gotten since High School."
We are the fattest, laziest generation to date. We are one step away from the damn dinosaurs. Too busy twittering and self medicating to realize that we are about to fall into the tar pit. It boggles my mind that someone would see a commercial on TV that says it might save you some time, or it could kill you, and people get on board. I think I would rather bleed out of my eyes once a month than take medicine that might freaking give me a stroke.
When my pecker goes soft, not any time soon hopefully, but when it does I will have to accept that my body is saying, "you're not fit for freaking anymore buddy." I am not going to pump my body full of little blue pills to get a 3 hour long chub. You have my word on that....check in twenty years from now to get the story.
Food for thought....
Check in tomorrow....
Monday, January 11, 2010
When I grow up, I wanna be an asshole!
Do you ever wonder why some people are able to engage in normal social interaction....and why some people just can't? Why is it that some people, feel the need to destroy everything around them, until they are left alone? Why is it that people in their 30's are still content to play child's games? Why is it that people in their 40's are still so socially inept, that they don't know how to say what they mean, and mean what they say? And finally, why is it that some people lie....just to lie?
I could ponder these questions for hours, and come up with a dozen or so psychological theories to categorize these freaks into neat little piles. But I won't....and I will tell you why.
Because the bigger question is....why do I give a shit?
Hahahaha....I was about to go on this rant about people who do this, and do that, and then it hit me. The problem is really with me. Who gives a shit why you destroy everything around you. You're an asshole who will probably end up all alone. Sucks. Who cares why people in their 30's are still immature. Maybe their moms hugged them too much and made them soft and now their screwed. And they will be lucky enough to bring a whole new generation of pansies into this world. Sucks. And who cares why people can't say what they mean. Its probably because they don't have anything meaningful to say. They spend their lives standing on the shoulders of giants...not having anything real to say...faking it the entire way. I can't imagine not having anything that is just yours....not borrowed. Sucks. And finally who gives a shit why people lie just to lie. If they are a liar...cast them away like sour milk. Down the drain with you. Why would you bother with someone who has no life experience. What is life after all, without experience? If you're not living...you're dying. Sucks. Feel sorry for these people, but don't pity them. Feel sorry for them and then leave them behind, and move forward. The alternative is not a pretty picture. Dragging assholes around everywhere you go. Bringing your assholes home with you. Not sleeping because you keep thinking about your boss who's an asshole. And finally, you give up and join the asshole clan, because you are surrounded by assholes. And if you can't beat 'em...
Nope screw that.
Do not bother asking these questions. Don't trouble yourself as to why an asshole is an asshole. Instead, ask yourself, how much of your time do you spend worrying about someone else's faults? How often do you let those "personality defects" effect your life? And finally, would you really miss those people if they were absent from your life? Then, after you have your epiphany......act! Act on it. Cut some people loose. Assholes, are like a bag of bricks, just weighing you down. And luckily you have the choice to simply lay that bag down, and walk away from it. Ahhhhhh....feels good right? Not giving a shit is incredibly liberating. And the best part is, nothing bugs an asshole more than not being able to get a rise out of somebody. It kills them inside. And that feels grrrrrreat! Just wait until you flash them a great big smile full of don't give a shit. It just sucks the wind right out of their sails......limp, flaccid and harmless.
Food for thought....
Check in tomorrow.
Crass
I could ponder these questions for hours, and come up with a dozen or so psychological theories to categorize these freaks into neat little piles. But I won't....and I will tell you why.
Because the bigger question is....why do I give a shit?
Hahahaha....I was about to go on this rant about people who do this, and do that, and then it hit me. The problem is really with me. Who gives a shit why you destroy everything around you. You're an asshole who will probably end up all alone. Sucks. Who cares why people in their 30's are still immature. Maybe their moms hugged them too much and made them soft and now their screwed. And they will be lucky enough to bring a whole new generation of pansies into this world. Sucks. And who cares why people can't say what they mean. Its probably because they don't have anything meaningful to say. They spend their lives standing on the shoulders of giants...not having anything real to say...faking it the entire way. I can't imagine not having anything that is just yours....not borrowed. Sucks. And finally who gives a shit why people lie just to lie. If they are a liar...cast them away like sour milk. Down the drain with you. Why would you bother with someone who has no life experience. What is life after all, without experience? If you're not living...you're dying. Sucks. Feel sorry for these people, but don't pity them. Feel sorry for them and then leave them behind, and move forward. The alternative is not a pretty picture. Dragging assholes around everywhere you go. Bringing your assholes home with you. Not sleeping because you keep thinking about your boss who's an asshole. And finally, you give up and join the asshole clan, because you are surrounded by assholes. And if you can't beat 'em...
Nope screw that.
Do not bother asking these questions. Don't trouble yourself as to why an asshole is an asshole. Instead, ask yourself, how much of your time do you spend worrying about someone else's faults? How often do you let those "personality defects" effect your life? And finally, would you really miss those people if they were absent from your life? Then, after you have your epiphany......act! Act on it. Cut some people loose. Assholes, are like a bag of bricks, just weighing you down. And luckily you have the choice to simply lay that bag down, and walk away from it. Ahhhhhh....feels good right? Not giving a shit is incredibly liberating. And the best part is, nothing bugs an asshole more than not being able to get a rise out of somebody. It kills them inside. And that feels grrrrrreat! Just wait until you flash them a great big smile full of don't give a shit. It just sucks the wind right out of their sails......limp, flaccid and harmless.
Food for thought....
Check in tomorrow.
Crass
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Where to begin?
Introductions seem like a feasible way to start.
You can call me Crass.
A suitable nickname as I see it. It seems to fit my overall attitude as of late, or at least it will coincide with the majority of what I will spew onto this blog. This will be my two cents, take it or leave it. I am a father, a husband, a brother, a vegetarian, a cynic and a narcissist. I'm aware of my personality flaws, but I would rather talk about yours....and I will....at great length. Honesty will be my goal, whether directed at myself or others...whether obvious or painfully hidden. This is a lofty goal. But I will do my best....
Right now I am disappointed with the current state of affairs...
Disappointed with mankind. Disappointed with family. Disappointed with children. Disappointed with religion. Disappointed with myself.
That seems pretty general, I know, but soon it will all come clear. Crystal in fact. So lets get started.....
Being a father has changed my view of the world. I was a cynical bastard before my son arrived, but now I just want to pack him up and move to Alaska. Live off the land. No cell phones. No Wii's. No child molesters. No abusers. Don't get me wrong, I am not so naive to think that we can run away from mankind. Run away from technology. Run away from our problems. But it seems like I would be able to see them coming from a long way away in a place like that.
I have had several events in the past decade that have led to my current "position". That position, being Crass. I can probably count them on one hand. But the most recent has affected me greatly. Watching my mother slowly decline. Physically, mentally and emotionally due to the seduction of alcohol. So much so, that she got drunk while baby sitting my son, and then blacked out. Falling into her kitchen table....mangling her shoulder, nose, and eye socket. I found my son covered in her blood, screaming, crying....but otherwise unharmed. There is a lot more to this story, but telling it would only enrage me. Basically it boils down to....if you can't trust your own family....who can you trust? My trust meter is blinking EMPTY. So now I have the pleasure of anger towards my own mother, and the guilt of not trying to help her. We barely speak now. Me unwilling to forgive. Her, too mortified to apologize.
It has been a challenge watching my parents failures. Realizing that they too are flawed, lonely, scared human beings. Is this some right of passage for adults? To watch your own parents decline. To teach you that life is short. To teach you that your idols will fall. To teach you to love your offspring even more. To teach them everything you can, before you become just another flawed human being. Food for thought.
I am going to hug my boy....check back in tomorrow.
You can call me Crass.
A suitable nickname as I see it. It seems to fit my overall attitude as of late, or at least it will coincide with the majority of what I will spew onto this blog. This will be my two cents, take it or leave it. I am a father, a husband, a brother, a vegetarian, a cynic and a narcissist. I'm aware of my personality flaws, but I would rather talk about yours....and I will....at great length. Honesty will be my goal, whether directed at myself or others...whether obvious or painfully hidden. This is a lofty goal. But I will do my best....
Right now I am disappointed with the current state of affairs...
Disappointed with mankind. Disappointed with family. Disappointed with children. Disappointed with religion. Disappointed with myself.
That seems pretty general, I know, but soon it will all come clear. Crystal in fact. So lets get started.....
Being a father has changed my view of the world. I was a cynical bastard before my son arrived, but now I just want to pack him up and move to Alaska. Live off the land. No cell phones. No Wii's. No child molesters. No abusers. Don't get me wrong, I am not so naive to think that we can run away from mankind. Run away from technology. Run away from our problems. But it seems like I would be able to see them coming from a long way away in a place like that.
I have had several events in the past decade that have led to my current "position". That position, being Crass. I can probably count them on one hand. But the most recent has affected me greatly. Watching my mother slowly decline. Physically, mentally and emotionally due to the seduction of alcohol. So much so, that she got drunk while baby sitting my son, and then blacked out. Falling into her kitchen table....mangling her shoulder, nose, and eye socket. I found my son covered in her blood, screaming, crying....but otherwise unharmed. There is a lot more to this story, but telling it would only enrage me. Basically it boils down to....if you can't trust your own family....who can you trust? My trust meter is blinking EMPTY. So now I have the pleasure of anger towards my own mother, and the guilt of not trying to help her. We barely speak now. Me unwilling to forgive. Her, too mortified to apologize.
It has been a challenge watching my parents failures. Realizing that they too are flawed, lonely, scared human beings. Is this some right of passage for adults? To watch your own parents decline. To teach you that life is short. To teach you that your idols will fall. To teach you to love your offspring even more. To teach them everything you can, before you become just another flawed human being. Food for thought.
I am going to hug my boy....check back in tomorrow.
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