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Writings on random thoughts, observations, and experiences. |
| I thought I might create this blog just for the sake of recording some of my random thoughts about things in general. The entries herein will be my opinion about anything that happens to pique my fancy or interest on a matter or occurance. I will likely will be controversial at times , but thats par for the course and not of concern to me. No one is required to agree, or disagree, with me. I have a low tolerance for bovine fecal matter and will call it out when I experience it. If you read my entries you mght find them humorous and have a good laugh, or you might find them irritating and argumentative and want to punch me in the nose. Frankly, I don't care either way. I'm doing this for myself just to get some thoughts out of my system. I'm not responsible for other peoples feelings. I'm just going to write what I'm thinking at that specific moment. Caveat Emptor. |
| It's the second week of January 2025. By now, most everyone who made New Year's resolution have either neglected or abandoned them, which is not surprising. Just about everyone I've ever known has never had the stick-to-it-ness required to be faithful to some, often ridiculous, resolution that was made in a druken or hungover fit. I've seen or heard so many people swear that they are going to lose weight, but then see them in the local pizzeria stuffing two or more slices into their face. They then justify this by saying they're drinking a mega sized diet coke. And then there is always the lush who proclaims they are giving up drinking, until of course its Super Bowl Sunday and there's a keg of beer and shots of Kamakaze in the backyard next to the bbq buring wings, burgers, franks, and steaks. Best of all is the new born gym rat who goes out and outfits themself with the latest trend in workout attire or yoga pants. You're bound to see them in the bakery aisle of the neighborhood supermarket with their arm in a sling or their foot or knee in a athletic bandage and a wagon full of donut sand other delicious crap. They'll claim they got hurt working out at the gym, but you know they most likely dropped a dumbbell on their foot or had a ridulous amount of weight on one of the tortuous machines supposed to make you svelet and sexy. Lastly, there's the nicotine junkie who swears and pledges and proclaims they are not going to indulge in fine American tabacco products. In a word, bulls***. As soon as they are stressed, or nervous, or scared, or have chocolate or coffee, just finished eating or having sex, the first thing they will do is light up a cigarette and relish the smokey pleasure of the taste and titillation of that first drag. All this makes we wonder why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we pretend and lie and make excuses and other false statements to other people, whether they be friends, relations, or strangers? First of all nobody gives a s*** about what you are doing, are going to do, or plan to do to your self in any way, shape , or form. You would be much better be keeping all these things to yourself and just do what you can with what you have, where you are. |
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