{Original Post Date 4 January 2013}
Okay, so we're four days into 2013, which means that we're a scant 361
days until 2014. And really what can I say? For a lot of people, these
four days of 2013 have probably been some of the best. But for me...
they've been filled with uncertainty, and in many ways, hopelessness.
Here's my current situation: I've got no
job, no girl, no place to call my own. I'm four days away from being
30, about ¾ tank of gas in my car... and each day, I find a little less
motivation to get out there and turn my life around. Ultimately, while
I could point fingers at a bad America, a do-nothing Augusta, and a
demeanor of a job market that feels more like mayonnaise than it does an
economy; ultimately, I have to take responsibility of my piss-poor
choices, my "fuck-it" attitude, and that inevitable feeling, that I'm
getting old, and I still don't really know how the world works.
Oh, I mean, I know that as sure as the sun rises, it sets. I know that
no matter what, America lives in a temperate zone, and will have four
seasons. I know that the sun is roughly 92 million miles from earth and
it takes about 9 minutes for light to travel from the sun to earth.
But I know very little about the infrastructure that humans have placed
upon itself. I don't really know how credit cards work, or what their
basis on a score is. I don't really know why it is that crappy waiters
should be tipped 15% for a 3% job. I don't know why it is that 20 years
ago, Republicans and Democrats were more likely to find compromise,
when all it takes is for Islam extremists to crash into a couple of
buildings before America looks at itself as its own worst enemy. I
don't get why people make Resolutions on the first day of the year, when
a resolution is the end product of a problematic means when what one
actually does on the first of the year is set a goal that is to be
resolved before the year comes. I don't really get why we have
different denominations for Christianity, yet none of them seems to know
what's actually going on. (Spoken as a Christian Liberal myself). I
don't really get how some people can drink Coke or Pepsi, and yet
complain when forced to drink the competition's doppelganger. I don't
get why "Y" is either a consonant or a vowel, and yet children are
indoctrinated to remain consistent. I don't really get such buzz words
as YOLO, or dubstep because they're stupid. I don't really get why
every single cartoon since the mid-2000s are either Anime rip-offs, or
crappy CGI. I don't really get that it seems like that all the really
hot chicks wear baggy sweaters, or clothes that hardly flaunts their
bodies, while the most pug-ugly girls wear the clothes that are
revealling, but makes me want to puke my soul out of my chest. I don't
get why the opinions of snot-nosed children, and this whole political
correct movement has become so big that no one can ever say what they
want. I don't get why women complain about every little naunce of
existence since the dawn of women, that all they do is bitch, and bitch,
and bitch, in this day and age, when it was their ancient foremothers
who were so fucking passive and then in the last forty to fifty years
all of a sudden became so resurgent about women's rights, and expect to
be taken seriously. I don't get why it is that people don't realize
that reading a book about self-help isn't self-help. If you read a book
written by someone else, that's not self-help; it's Help. Pay more
attention to the language you agreed upon. I don't really get why it is
that America is ran under an Electoral College. Especially since we
know all of the states that usually lean Democratic, and those that lean
Republican.
Oh. And I don't really get the concept of a
birthday, especially if you're Pro-Life (which, I'm not; but it's still a
valid point). If life begins at conception, and the baby's already 9½
months a living being... wouldn't the infant be 9½ months old by the
time the mother squeezes that baby out her vagina? People need to think
that they are already 9½ months older than what their supposed
birthdays are.
Anyway... there's literally tens of thousands of
other things here in the US, much less in the world that I don't
understand. And perhaps I'll run through more of those things at a
later time... I guess this really wasn't a review about New Year's than
it was a rant about things I simply just don't quite understand....
hmm....
Happy New Year's my little New Yearvians. Next time, I'll review my birthday. 30 years of Dignified Mediocrity.
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