This is the forth post I’m writing and deleting… I feel like I want to blog and then my ideas are so all over the place that I can’t keep track of my topic. I guess I’m in serious venting need. Not that there’s a lot going on, things did calm down and seem to be back to my normal pace. My head is good – still headache free – knock on wood. My neck is another story, but at least I’m not having migraines.
I’ve been doing my rounds in Blogsville, not as regular as I used to be, but I’m still there and leave comments. Ever notice how some people, no matter what is thrown their way, just get back up and deal? I admire that type. I’m not talking about the “sick” kind who say things like “When life throws you lemons, you learn to make lemonade”, nah, not those, I’m talking about the good folks.
My father (bless his sorry ass) was the type who would see everything in a negative light. So I grew up expecting the worst. Somehow, I did manage to become optimistic and yet realist as well. I don’t think the world is all pretty and pink, nor that people are all good. I’m not like Hubby either. Despite his good nature, he tends to be a little the son of his mother and be one who sees the bad in most things/people. Granted, often he’s right. People are morons, most people anyway. I’ll give him that. Maybe it is the people we deal with, I don’t know. But often I think: “The gene pool is in serious need of chlorine!”
I don’t like things to be complicated. I live by the K.I.S.S. rule (Keep It Simple Stupid), or at least I try to. Some seem to want everything but simple. They must make everything complicated. They can’t only mess up their things, nope, they have to share their misery (I guess it’s true misery loves company) and get me tangled in their complication universe. Thinking seems to be optional for a lot of folks out there. Here are some fine examples of this:
Exhibit A: The guys above our place, didn’t they know before moving in to a second floor condo, that smoke goes up? So, if I’m using my BBQ yes the smoke of it will make its way up to you… funny how that is.
Exhibit B: People whom willingly sign up for a fundraising event, didn’t they know they had to raise money? WTF? So, if you’re “not comfortable soliciting people”, then why did you join a fundraiser? Please don't do things to "help me", do it because you want to!
I don’t get this. Maybe it’s all me? Maybe I’m just turning an old grumpy bitch? But with fine examples like these I can’t help to think that maybe Hubby is right, people are morons. Urgh.