Living. It's about time, isn't it?
As a very gifted philosopher once murmured, "Life, if goes by pretty darned fast. If you don't stop to look around once in a while, you'll end up missing it."
We all believe we are living. Not just walking, breathing, shopping, eating and working, but living. Doing our best to be our all and prove to ourselves and others that we are here on this orb to make a difference. Am I right?
Nope. Not even close. Not only are we all doing those things in hopes of dying knowing we lived, we are all dying inside knowing that it is our living that is killing us. Slowly. Like eating a footlong hotdog everyday for lunch, albeit some days with cheese and onions, others with kraut and ketchup. Living is killing us.
Why do I say this? Jeff, you ask, just what in the garsh-darned world are you hintin' at?
Think about it a minute, my friend. Are you all that you dreamed you'e be when you were in grade school? How about high school? College? How about as a father, husband, employee? Human being?
The last one is the biggie. You see, if we all reach our expectations of what a human being is meant to be and accomplish, then the rest come as no-brainers. Of course this theory has it's detractors. No one is ever happy or satisfied with every aspect of his or her life. And nor should we be. You see, our imperfections are what make us human and what those imperfections do is enable us to trade one part of ourselves that we are dissatisfied with for another that is possibly within reach.
That's how I see it, anyway.
Living. It's about time. And time is quickly tickling away. No matter your age, time has a way of raising it's middle finger and telling each of us, "You're number one."
Live now. Make those mistakes. Take those risks and say those things that might offend. One life is without reproach and that is your own. Own it.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Why to Unfriend a Facebook Friend
Those who know me won't understand this posting. Those who don't know me will cheer my resolve. Personally, I'm a bit proud and disappointed in myself for a simple act I committed today. Okay, yeah, sure, the act was committed on a social networking site, but it doesn't make me any less culpable for those actions.
Today was Superbowl Sunday. A day steeped in tradition of overeating, ravenous consumption of alcohol and bragging rights for an entire area of the country. Sure, it means nothing to those unitiitiated in the football religion or those who'd rather be catered to by their man, or woman, as opposed to ignored for three hours. But a tradition, nonetheless. As much revered as Easter, Election day or the start of NASCAR season by not the few, but the many, the proud, the majority overweight.
But I digress a bit. You see, I did something today that has nothing to do with the ones I just described yet everything to do with them at the same time. I 'Unfriended' a Facebook friend over her simple comment describing football fans.
Knowing me, you should have a bit of an idea that it takes a hell of a lot to offend me. Nothing embarrasses me, few things hurt my feelings but hate for others chaps my ass. And the words of this so-called 'grantor of all things human' made the simple comment on her wall, "Fuck all of you football fags."
How many hate labels can you attach to such a statement? Not only is her statement filled with hate, it goes blatantly against her ideology that, although there is no god, we are all equal, and just, and have the rights to pursue whatever interetsts we desire. You see, this friend, no, ex-friend, is an atheist. Although a bad example of an atheist.
I'm a football fan. Maybe you are too. Maybe your dad, or uncle or sister is a football fan. Maybe they also have a disdain for religioin and the idea of an all-knowing being who does the Tebow when the Broncos score. I don't know.
All I know is that, against my better judgement, or not, I excluded someone from my circle of friends simply for the blatant hate she exhhibited. I tolerate most anything, but hate towards others isn't one of those things. I wish her luck in her next season of football. Hopefully, women's golf will not become too overpopular and midget bowling will flourish.... just to satisfy her need for suffering and jest.
Today was Superbowl Sunday. A day steeped in tradition of overeating, ravenous consumption of alcohol and bragging rights for an entire area of the country. Sure, it means nothing to those unitiitiated in the football religion or those who'd rather be catered to by their man, or woman, as opposed to ignored for three hours. But a tradition, nonetheless. As much revered as Easter, Election day or the start of NASCAR season by not the few, but the many, the proud, the majority overweight.
But I digress a bit. You see, I did something today that has nothing to do with the ones I just described yet everything to do with them at the same time. I 'Unfriended' a Facebook friend over her simple comment describing football fans.
Knowing me, you should have a bit of an idea that it takes a hell of a lot to offend me. Nothing embarrasses me, few things hurt my feelings but hate for others chaps my ass. And the words of this so-called 'grantor of all things human' made the simple comment on her wall, "Fuck all of you football fags."
How many hate labels can you attach to such a statement? Not only is her statement filled with hate, it goes blatantly against her ideology that, although there is no god, we are all equal, and just, and have the rights to pursue whatever interetsts we desire. You see, this friend, no, ex-friend, is an atheist. Although a bad example of an atheist.
I'm a football fan. Maybe you are too. Maybe your dad, or uncle or sister is a football fan. Maybe they also have a disdain for religioin and the idea of an all-knowing being who does the Tebow when the Broncos score. I don't know.
All I know is that, against my better judgement, or not, I excluded someone from my circle of friends simply for the blatant hate she exhhibited. I tolerate most anything, but hate towards others isn't one of those things. I wish her luck in her next season of football. Hopefully, women's golf will not become too overpopular and midget bowling will flourish.... just to satisfy her need for suffering and jest.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
My Misguided Political Stance
It's a wild, wild, messed up world. A world we live in. Well, a world we attempt to live in without too much bullshit to fuck it ip.
Then again, it's a fucked up world we live in with too much controversy in which we have to endure and try to decipher in order to live a less fucked up life.
However you choose to look at it, it's wrong. Why do you say that, you may ask. Well, lemme elaboraboate on my own less than subtle opinion.
We, as a collectective people, believe anything. You get the right talking head to tell the country that he, or she, will cure Cancer, or homelessness, or lack of Velcro in such a way that stirs the emotions to a fever pitch.... welll then, you have a new presidential candidate.
Tell your neighbor that you'll be his babysitter as long as he, or she, babysits your new truck.... welll then, you have a new family member.
Sure, it sounds a bit rednecky....and it is... but so is America.... and so is the american voting public. We are a bunch of uneducated rednecky voting tards..... pardon my french. It's true and those of us who have been on the lower end of the stick know it.... even those of us who are a bit a -skeered to say it.
Face it, people, most are gonna side with and vote for the ones who say the things that they themselvelves are unwilling or afraid to say. Our country has become a conglomerate of whiny, wimpy, say-nothing followers who expect everything to be done for them without fail.
Shoot me now, but a lot of what I say is true. If you're pissed at me, take a look at yourself. I'm just a mouthpiece for the informed/uninformed. You are your own voice and your voice is being stifled by the likes of people named Newt and Mitt. Thank god there isn't a Sarah in the mix or we'd all be doomed to eternal damnation.
I'm truly not a political person. Truth be told, I probably won't even vote in this upcoming election. I think that we need a torch-carrying mob to storm our capital and eject every one of the sons-a-bitches from the capital. But, alas, only in countries where true dissidence happens does that type activity take place. We are much too civililized to eject the ones ruining our country. Hell, they're elected, after all. Dicks.
But, as a good friend of mine pointed out (thanks Gary), give the house and senate term limits of six years then kick their asses out. No more Teddy Kennedys and Strom Thurmonds. Jesse Helms be damned..... Out with 'em... new blood for a new country.
I'm not politiical. I''m realistical. You fuck with us, we fuck you over and you're out. Period. Over and done with. I wanna forget your name just like you never knew mine.
So let it be written, so let it be done.
Then again, it's a fucked up world we live in with too much controversy in which we have to endure and try to decipher in order to live a less fucked up life.
However you choose to look at it, it's wrong. Why do you say that, you may ask. Well, lemme elaboraboate on my own less than subtle opinion.
We, as a collectective people, believe anything. You get the right talking head to tell the country that he, or she, will cure Cancer, or homelessness, or lack of Velcro in such a way that stirs the emotions to a fever pitch.... welll then, you have a new presidential candidate.
Tell your neighbor that you'll be his babysitter as long as he, or she, babysits your new truck.... welll then, you have a new family member.
Sure, it sounds a bit rednecky....and it is... but so is America.... and so is the american voting public. We are a bunch of uneducated rednecky voting tards..... pardon my french. It's true and those of us who have been on the lower end of the stick know it.... even those of us who are a bit a -skeered to say it.
Face it, people, most are gonna side with and vote for the ones who say the things that they themselvelves are unwilling or afraid to say. Our country has become a conglomerate of whiny, wimpy, say-nothing followers who expect everything to be done for them without fail.
Shoot me now, but a lot of what I say is true. If you're pissed at me, take a look at yourself. I'm just a mouthpiece for the informed/uninformed. You are your own voice and your voice is being stifled by the likes of people named Newt and Mitt. Thank god there isn't a Sarah in the mix or we'd all be doomed to eternal damnation.
I'm truly not a political person. Truth be told, I probably won't even vote in this upcoming election. I think that we need a torch-carrying mob to storm our capital and eject every one of the sons-a-bitches from the capital. But, alas, only in countries where true dissidence happens does that type activity take place. We are much too civililized to eject the ones ruining our country. Hell, they're elected, after all. Dicks.
But, as a good friend of mine pointed out (thanks Gary), give the house and senate term limits of six years then kick their asses out. No more Teddy Kennedys and Strom Thurmonds. Jesse Helms be damned..... Out with 'em... new blood for a new country.
I'm not politiical. I''m realistical. You fuck with us, we fuck you over and you're out. Period. Over and done with. I wanna forget your name just like you never knew mine.
So let it be written, so let it be done.
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