Google+ Followers

Friday, August 26, 2016

Friday! Whatever...

It's Friday again. I like Fridays, but these days I am not sure why. Maybe it is because I am conditioned to like Fridays. Growing up Friday was the last day of the school week. That had a great feel to it. Friday evening it was time to party, okay that added to the good feelings. I now work on weekends. Friday is like Tuesday used to be. No one really cares about Tuesday.

I am really tired of conditioned responses. And we are being conditioned to respond. Today on the Today show, there was a report about able body models posing as disabled athletes. Oh the outrage! Right off the bat, Matt and Savannah were "What?!?" as if a major national incident just happened. How dare this marketing company do this? Well it turns out that, it is okay with the people who are para-athletes. Oh they are? Well where is the story then folks? It is a non issue being blown out of proportion by the media.

I am careful about what I say. I don't want to come across as insensitive. Lately I am getting to the point where I don't give a fig, whether you like what I have to say or not. And I have noticed that you really don't care what I think either. So we are even. If I make an off color joke, and by off color I am talking about anything from race, religion or gender. Maybe I am talking about a whiter shade of pale. It really doesn't matter, if you are offended by my sense of humor I don't care.

I care about things that make a difference. For example, someone parked their car in front of my mailbox. The mail carrier (note there is gender neutrality there, I did that for you. I really am a nice guy.) could not deliver my mail. But that person did deliver a note saying mail could not be delivered because the path was blocked. That my friends is an issue! I'm sorry you can't have your mail, but here is a note saying why. Gone are the days when the postal workers would fight the elements that be to make sure the mail was delivered. I have to be careful though, I don't want to piss off the Post Office.

I noticed that I cringe when I am a passenger in a car and the driver is raging. I think that is another conditioned response. Road rage is a problem unless I am driving. Then it's just a guy pointing out how stupid the other drivers are. There it is. The reality of this is really about me. You can say I am not the center of the universe, but I don't believe you. All I have is my reference point. What this means is I will consider myself free to say yes when everyone is shaking their heads no or vice versa. I am going to get rid of responding a certain way just because I am conditioned to. And it starts now. Friday! whatever...

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Too old to care...

Some days I wake up and wonder why am I continuing to do this? The world is getting crazier by the minute. Sure you can tell me, my reality is all about what I focus on,but there is always a tiny voice that says "That is just a bunch of bull sh*t." I only hear that voice when I am sitting very still. Maybe I am just too old to really care. I am starting to understand why people's prayers sometimes change from "Thank you for your blessings." to "Lord I am ready when you are...come get me."

Getting too old to care shows up the first thing in the morning. I get out of bed in worse shape than the night before. My body aches. Someone said to me "Sounds like you slept wrong." I guess I should appreciate the effort they put in to show concern, but all I can do is wonder about how they made it this far with their obvious lack of intelligence. I didn't sleep wrong. I was unconscious and I woke up. Sounds correct to me. Some people's kids...

Speaking of that, my frustration continues when I am in a conversation with a younger person and he said that he had never heard of the Allman Brothers Band. It happened. Where were the parents when this person was being raised? He asked me if I have ever heard of Drake, Kanye West, and even Justin Beiber. I just looked at him. I said "Of course I have, I don't live under a rock." Modern day thinking leaves me bewildered. What is relevant has nothing to do with my reality, yet I created it.

My body is changing. I can't go commando anymore because of leakage. Sex sounds like a good theory. When I say what turns me on, all I hear is "Ew!" I guess that is the natural progression of things and I don't like that it is here for me.

I was working in the store last week and a guy came in asking, "Why are all the old dudes working in the morning and the cute women in the afternoon?" First of all, that is a stupid question. The only time old dudes can work is in the morning. That way they will be able to make the early bird buffet at 3:30 pm and be home in time to watch a relaxing show of Wheel of Fortune. Then it is off to bed to start the cycle all over again. One day it will be over for me. Then it will be your turn to shake your head at the insanity we are calling reality.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

It will be just like starting over...

I am starting over... but you can know what has come before...
It is the past few years of "It's always the last place you look..."

Order a copy and help an artist out. Thanks... I will start posting again Sunday... :)