Sunday, August 16, 2009

Ran Dumb Babblings

At work, I write stuff in my mind, but I've had a strenuous day at work, then came home and did physical stuff, so I don't want to think too hard about writing stuff. I have the next two days off; hopefully I'll get some columns written.

I think whatever health care bill passes, it's going to be a rude awakening for a lot of people. In my perfect world, everyone has health care and the government isn't mean, and the system is run efficiently, but sadly, it's not going to happen that way in real life. Americans want a lot for a little (the Walmart mentality; spent $20 and get a week's worth of groceries) and people will expect the same for health care. I WANT people to have some sort of basic care; I think preventative care is super-important.

On the other hand, we'll have idiots who breakfast on Mountain Dew (somehow, that's becoming white trash America's drink of choice)and Pop Tarts demanding insulin for their newly discovered diabetes. And we'll have people who run to the doctor for every scrape, and their opposites who won't partake of the program, even if they are dying of cancer. Which means Libertarians will have to start eating better and exercising.

I'm in another depressive funk again. Not too bad, but I'm having panic attacks about not being where I'd like to be in life and the feeling that time is running out. But at least I have a job.

What is it lately with lazy men? At one point in my life, I've worked three jobs and took a class at the same time. If I had a business, I'd probably hire nothing but women because women do what it takes. Men will wait an eternity for a job that is "worthy" of their time; women scrap and scramble for whatever jobs are out there, and if stripping or prostitution are the only ways to earn a living, they'll do it. Meanwhile the men lethargically look for work. Men just need to step aside, because there are damn few of them, especially in this town, who are willing to hustle. It's like the wimpy man syndrome of Japan a few years back has come over here.

Speaking of lazy men, my brother is thinking of relocating. It pisses me off; for years I've said there's nothing for me in terms of writing jobs here in Fort Wayne, and was thinking about renting the house out and moving elsewhere. He didn't want to rent the house out (renters are bad people, in his opinion). He pooh-poohed my declaration of "nothing" being here for me and said there were plenty of "opportunities." Well, let me tell you about the "opportunities" I had last summer: delivering phone books and driving an ice cream truck. Mind you, I AM college educated and can write better than probably 99 percent of the people in this town, yet last summer I scraped by like someone freshly released from prison. So why is it that for years I've said there's nothing here, and my brother blows me off, yet when he's finding it difficult to find work, it's perfectly okay for HIM to take off? I wouldn't miss him, but it just makes me mad that MY hopes and dreams are blown off, but King Princey Man wants to bail. I'd have a hell of a lot more respect for him if he'd get both a morning and evening paper route, preferably the bigger motor routes where he could make around $1,200 $1,400 a month. But no, delivering papers is "beneath" him. In my book, if you have a family, and you are a man, and you are not busting your ass to do something, ANYTHING to bring in money, you might as well drop your testicles in the trash. You are NOT a man, and until you get your ass in gear, deserve to be ridiculed.

If you are a Baby Boomer reading this, you didn't do anything first, or better than anyone else. And you're going to die like everybody else. Deal with it.

I hope this recession/depression throws Starbucks out of business. Not that we need to lose any more jobs, but when and why did people think it was economically wise to spend $4 a day on a cup of coffee?

Some of my crazier friends are getting on my nerves.

I look at the people I know on disability (four) and think, "geez, the government pays you to sit around all day, and what do you do?" Smoke, drink, watch cable, repeat. And some people on disability seem very able to be productive, which makes me wonder how they got on disability in the first place, and perhaps we ought to be more selective about the process. I should apply for disability. What's my disability? I don't like being around assholes.

Tomorrow I will measure my abdomen to see if my tumor has shrunk. I also need to go back to Coke Zero. Since my procedure, I've been drinking regular Coke, and I've been waking up at 2-3 in the morning hungry. Also need to put that battery in my scale so I can weigh myself.

My house plumbing is not working right. AND my car needs a new muffler. Since this month started, I've been spending money left, right and center.

Goodnight, all.

3 comments:

Greg said...

I think we share the same "disability"!

Coke (and Pepsi) is filled with garbage that's bad for you. The diet and decaf versions aren't any better either. I know that plain ole water is boring, but it's a healthier alternative.

I once spoke to a retired Pepsi exec who said that after learning how their product was made, he never touched the stuff again. He also said that he wouldn't allow it in the house and forbade his children from ever drinking it!

Gloria said...

Wow! Inside secrets from someone who spoke to a former Pepsi exec. I know it's bad, but I'm addicted. I should just get off the stuff like I did several years ago.

I HAVE been drinking more water lately, which is good.

And yes, the "I can't tolerate assholes" disability is not recognized by the Americans With Disabilities Act, unfortunately.

Gloria said...

Wow! Inside secrets from someone who spoke to a former Pepsi exec. I know it's bad, but I'm addicted. I should just get off the stuff like I did several years ago.

I HAVE been drinking more water lately, which is good.

And yes, the "I can't tolerate assholes" disability is not recognized by the Americans With Disabilities Act, unfortunately.