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Behind The Bars

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  One time many many years ago I was at the old Hugh's & Hatcher men's department store.  They sold men's clothes there from what I remember.  I think most malls had them. I must have been about 8 or 9 at the time.  I might have been there for a suit for myself or my dad...I don't recall.  I just remember the stores being brown for some reason.

Inside the store were just racks and aisles of men's clothes.  It all looked ugly brown to me. Mixed in with some boring black and ugly greys.  Anyways there was this level of the floor that was raised about 3 feet from the other area.  There was a guide rail that went along the level so one would not fall off.

So what did I do?  I decided to put my head through the guide rail bars.  It was like a cast iron fence...or a mini jail.  So I stuck my head in and guess what?  I got stuck. I could not pry my head out of the bars.  I was stuck for good.  Stuck forever I thought. I panicked. I tried to do everything possible by my dumbo ears were holding me back.

My parents were looking for me, calling my name.  But I was stuck.  Finally they saw me and came up to me in a hurry.  I didn't say anything.  Not that I wanted to.  Not that it would have mattered what I said. No that it would have drowned out the swearing going on.  Finally the bars were pried open and my melon was free.

My neck and face were sore. I was red.  More red out of embarrassment and that I was in trouble.  That store has long been out of business, but I always remember that situation and always will.  I think there is a moral to the story but I've yet to find it.

Rich Stress

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I read an article the other day that said people with more money tend to live longer.  There is a study that says the more money you have the less stress you have and it helps with medical costs as well.  I suppose that makes sense.

I suppose those with more money live a healthier life. They can afford trainers and eat better.  They can afford better medical care.  Sometimes they are more educated.  People are overall living longer than ever before.  Overall people have more money than they did 100 years ago.  So that seems to make sense.

However unless you are born with a silver spoon I don't see how one can avoid stress or the struggle to become rich.  Not that everyone wants to or tries to be rich.   It just seems there has to be more people working hard and trying and struggling to make ends meet.  Which means living longer just can't happen.   The theory works but the reality of it doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

There are studies about this and I'll probably be proven wrong.  I'm not one for studies by the way to be a definitive.  Specifically when the conclusion of a study is always using the word MAY.   Such and such MAY do this or MAY do that.  I'd rather have an absolute than a MAY, even though I'll side with the study odds.  I give it credence you see, but there are other factors.

Keep It Real

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Every time I walk in to the Home Depot I want to tell the worker there to shut up when they say hello to me.  Is saying hello a bad thing?  No of course not.  But it's contrived.  I can't stand contrived.  I go to get one thing and 5 people say hello to me.  I'm not complaining mind you like you think I am.  It's just getting old.  I'm reading the instructions on something I want to buy and get interrupted with hello.  Guess what? Those hellos don't make me want to go to Home Depot over Lowe's.  Price wins.  If I walked into Lowe's and they said You Are A Jerk, I'd still go there if the price was right.   Wait? Does that make me a jerk??? Oh shut up.

Every time the waitress comes by when I have a mouth full of food to ask me how my meal is, I want to tell her to shut up.  When my meal sucks she is never around.  When I'm deep in conversation or enjoying my food I get interrupted.   Why?  Because it's contrived.  Is that service wrong? No of course not, but it is contrived.

It is scripted.  Which means we live among actors.  Follow the script.  I went to an improv play the other night.  Now that wasn't scripted. I watched the actors who were off line think about what they were going to say next.  They were deep in thought, they were quick, they were witty.   None of it was contrived.  It wasn't scripted.  It made it more fun, more genuine, more real.   It also lends itself to more mistakes and awkward moments but that was better than being scripted in my point of view.

Give me real.  Give me caring. Hey if the waitress really cares, you can tell.  If the Home Depot guy really is a good guy and wants to say hello, you can tell.  That's all I'm saying.  Keep it real.

Jealous Happy

It was the best of times, it was the worst of time.  When I hear good news about someone I know, or sometimes even strangers it makes me happy.  I like when good things happen to them.  It is what I want. Who doesn't?

Yet when I hear good news why do I automatically think about wanting the same thing or wishing the same thing to happen to me at the same time?    I mean I don't feel down or upset.  I feel good about it, yet at the same time I can't help but want the same thing for me.

Is that selfish to want more and get more?  Its not really the things they get, but perhaps the amped happiness that I want too.   It's a weird situation.

I have friends who have gotten promoted at their jobs several times over.  I wish that type of thing would happen to me too.   See its nothing against them. It takes nothing from them.  But I want it too.

Am I wrong?  Is it wrong?  Very confusing.

Out Of Context

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. A commie posted this quote on Facebook - "Nothing is more wholesome to the governmental and political process than increased participation of women.” Nancy Pelosi.

The quote is stupid.  Granted the bastion of liberal ineptness could have been taken out of context of course.  Well she did say this at a woman's group of course.  But whatever the case, the quote is dumb. It is nothing but a head nodding quote with no substance.  On the surface it sounds nice, but really means nothing.

The commie posting it expected people to knock the quote because of who said it.  An assumption, It doesnt matter who said it. It matters what was/is being said.  When a politican what.  The bigger impact is the useful idiots who repost such nonsense in hopes that this is somehow the undenying truth that shall set people free.

The country is a mess and more voting by people has gotten us in this mess.  Only a statist thinks more voting will help.


Best Breakfast Ever

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Some people can remember every single detail of an event.  A few can even remember every single event.  There are many events that have happened over the years but there is one breakfast that I'll never forget.

There are parts of the event I don't remember. I was probably 5 or 6.  It was most likely in the New York, but I always thought it was Canada.  It could have been either.  It was near Niagara Falls.  We were going on a family trip to Niagara Falls or at least we were stopping there on the way.  I don't remember much about that trip except we stopped at a restaurant for breakfast.

I'm pretty sure it was at a Howard Johnson's restaurant where we had breakfast.  So to me that meant it was New York  But sitting a few tables over was a Canadian Royal Mounted Police Officer eating his breakfast. He has his red uniform on and his large tan hat. I remember just staring at him and thinking it was indeed Dudley Doright from the Bullwinkle Series.

The other thing I remember was the smell and taste of the food.  An old waitress brought out the best pancakes in the world.  Fresh maple syrup and a ton of butter. They were perfect.  They were hot, sticky, and just a giant mess of goodness. But but but the toast was just as good. And the cool thing was the orange juice which was a treat.  Most of all the bacon was cooked just right.  Not that bacon is ever cooked wrong, but it was just right.  I remember the smell. I remember the taste.

Why? I don't know.  Other than that place at that time, has been etched in my head for years on end.  I don't know if it was the best tasting breakfast I've ever had...but it had to me.  Why else would I remember it?

Sometimes things get stuck in your head that become annoying.  This though is one of those things called a happy place.  I wish, I wonder, I would like to know if that place still exists. It is alive and well in my head.

I've Got Balls

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I own about 500 balls.  Basketballs, baseballs, softballs, golf balls, lacrosse balls, ping pong balls, pool balls, core balls, dodge balls, kick balls, bouncy balls, super balls, footballs, soccer balls, plastic balls, wiffle balls, bowling balls, Styrofoam balls, crazy balls...

I've just collected them over the years.  When I'm playing ball and I see a lonely ball out it in the field, I snag it.  When I'm driving and see a tennis ball, I pick it up. Been doing it for years.  I don't keep them all. I do sell some. I do give some away. I do lose some.  But most of all I try to use them.

I've always felt these "tools" of the game were more than just tools.  That they were fantastic elements like a golden chalice to be revered and treated with respect.  It makes me sad when I drive through a neighborhood and I see a ball on some kid's lawn.  All alone in the dark, neglected.  Where is the respect? Put that ball away.  Put it away so you don't lose it.  Put it where you always know where it is and how to get to it if needed.  Do you want some car running over it?  Do you want to lose it?  Do you want someone to steal it or give it away?  Do you want the elements wearing it out and tearing it apart?  Do you want them deflated?

Treat balls with respect.  Don't kick them for the hell of it.  Use them wisely.  If you have balls, I suggest you take care of them.  They could be your last.

Internet Brain

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. The internet has made everyone famous. It has made the famous even more famous. It has given everyone a voice.  Everyone can be heard.  Everyone can sound off.
Think for a second if all the online chatter...all the emails, the texts, the discussion groups, comments, and status updates were turned from bits to sounds all at the same time.

Imagine the chatter.  Imagine the noise. Imagine the confusion.  It is quite possible the brain could not handle all of that stimulation and noise.

The internet is another dimension.  Even though it has been around for quite some time, there are plenty of folks who aren't on it and rarely use it.  I wonder how their brains are functioning differently. I wonder if not being exposed to the noise and it effects them. Well at least their eyes are better off. I can tell you that from first hand experience.    Its come to a point where I check my email once to twice a day and maybe more if someone reminds me to check.  I try to avoid it as much as possible. It's just too much.  I am burnt out.  I don't miss it either.

I have embraced technology and I am a proponent of its progression.  But sometimes I just need a break, and think it is too much.  Time if flying by and I think all of the noise is adding to that quickness. I'm sure of it.

Wasted Dreaming

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Daydreaming is something that this feeble mind is super good at.  If a nickel was earned for every weird or strange off tangent though that floated between these ears then millions would be in the bank.

Alas though as much as you will see cute quotes about imagination.  As much as you will heard about how wonderful it is to dream about this and that.  As much as you are encourage to think about it and follow dreams....well the odds are in favor of it being futile.

So many dreams so many failures.  So many dreams so many projects not finished.  So many projects not even started.  So many off the wall pie in the sky dreams that are mostly unattainable. So what's the point?

No idea.

It has come to the where in the middle of a daydream the self has been asking why in the world is this dream happening and what the hell is going on?

So much wasted time.

Email Morons

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Time to vent.  I never used to be so easily annoyed over things. I might be getting grumpier as I get older. Shocking I know.

Nothing raises my blood pressure more when getting a reply email that has other people on the email that weren't there to begin with.  How freaking LAME and sophomoric. If I wanted the other person on the email I would have put them there to begin with. Pointless.

You know what that is? That is two things at play.  The first being "I need to include more people on here to validate what I am saying because what you are saying isn't enough".  Secondly it is chest thumping and taking the position "I need to include more people because you didn't and it matters".  Mostly it is ass kissing. That's what it is.

I'm tired of it. If you want to forward the email...fine. But including others, that's just wrong.  And yes there is always the wondering why so many of my emails always have to includes on the replies. Is it something I said?

Oh shut up.

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