On the way home from work today, one of my favorite songs came on the radio. My favorite poetic line ever is "all we are is all we know". I'm not a huge Nirvana fan, but the lyrics of this song are the story of my life. While "All Apologies" has that one line that strictly applies to all of us in every instance in every aspect of our lives--we are the sum of our experiences. We can read all day long what we think someone else's life is, but we will never know absolutely everything about another person's life. And they, we, all of us, are the sum of what we know--exactly no more and no less. That's just a fact of life that nothing is ever going to change.
But the song really focuses on Kurt Cobain's marriage--the feeling of being trapped. Today, it dawned on me that this song didn't just apply in my philosophy of life in general. I never wanted to feel trapped in a marriage. I never wanted to be married when I was younger. I bolted on my high school sweetheart as soon as he proposed. I would date just long enough to bolt. I got engaged once, but bolted on him as soon as he did one asinine thing. I just looked at it like it was the end of the world to be tied down to a relationship that would limit who I am, who I could be, what I could experience, the things that we all dream of as we grow up. Then I met my ex. My world kind of just changed instantly. Of course, that didn't work. It doesn't really matter why. But I realize that I have shut down since. My best friends lectured me last year about not trying to date anyone viable. They had a good point. I analyzed my relationships since, and no, I really have intentionally picked relationships that were unviable. I didn't choose everyone of the 5 I've had in 22 years since my ex, but they excepting one all had something seriously wrong with them before I started. In retrospect, yes, I did this intentionally whether consciously or not. So my friends did have a good point.
Good point or not, I did listen to their advice. So I finally committed to the idea of not dating "unviable". Okay...so here's my assessment after over 6 months of this shit. Ugh. Nevermind. There's a reason that I don't date anyone viable. For those of you that don't know me, this won't make sense necessarily. For my friends though, it probably will. Have you met me?!?! I am one of a kind. Really. Sure everyone is kind of their own person, except me. If I had a dollar for every time someone said they never met someone like me, well, I'd be able to put the Koch brothers to shame financially. What does that mean? Well, my friends are not going to like this. I think the way I was doing things was fine. Admittedly I need to be more picky if this is the route I'm going to accept. I don't need some loser banging on my window in the middle of the night after he screwed his ex-girlfriend or one of my supposed friends. I don't need all that extra obnoxious drama. On the bright side, I have removed all those drama types. They are completely exhausting. But, I'm resided with the fact, whether God, fate, whatever, there simply wasn't a good match made for me. I like to pretend that there is still that possibility, but the truth is I am perfectly okay with the fact that just isn't the case. Of course, I'd love to be wrong, but it's kind of like sucking on the bottle of false hope. So, while I'll tell ya "sure it could happen", in the back of my mind, I'm laughing and thinking "yea, bullshit".
The grand total of viable was zero. Six months, well, seven and a genuine effort...hahaha...okay, it's like trying to bob for apples in a barrel full of pears and no apple in sight. I suspect I should have taken trying to find someone more seriously 10-15 years ago, but my boys came first. I won't feel bad because I did right by them even if I didn't give myself a chance. Besides, no matter what, I have always believed what is meant to be will be. I don't look back and regret any decision I made to do right by my boys. Those decisions left me broke, left me without a lot of the things I should probably have now. But you only get one chance to do right by your kids. I wasn't perfect by any means, but I always did what I thought was best for them even when it wasn't right by me.
So yes, I'll date again. Probably a lot of unviable since that is the majority of what is available. In my case, I'm such an odd swan; that's really all that is available. It's not ideal, but I'm one of those people who could live on the side of mountain just as much on the shores of some remote beach who loves people just enough to be happy anywhere. I can find the good in anyone. I'm not picky, so I'll be pickier--to avoid nutjobs. I'm under no illusion it will change my circumstance. I should have taken finding the right person for me more seriously while the dating pool was deeper. It's pretty shallow at my age and it will only get more shallow as time goes on. Oh well. Better to be alone than miserable with someone who you can't be happy with. Being able to share your life and who you are with someone is an amazing gift, but hey, I've had a lot of amazing in my life. I have no reason to be disappointed with the fact I screwed up at some point and left myself with no viable options. I apparently wanted it this way long enough to have made it come to fruition and I'll make no apologies that I didn't want to be married and buried in the misery Kurt Cobain sung about. Unlike Cobain, I know life is a gift and the glass is as full as you make it.
Monday, July 31, 2017
Sunday, July 16, 2017
What exactly are you looking for?
For those that have been reading this blog for a while now, some may realize that we are coming up on the 10th year. Not bad for someone with serious commitment issues. Oh, but for those of you that didn't get the link when I first started the blog, you are probably unaware that this started as a way for me to communicate my dating fiascos after several friends, to remain nameless, that pitched in with funds for dating websites. You read that right. This originally started as a way for me to communicate to my friends, all at the same time, the hilarity that ensued from trying to meet new people in a new town, and by the means that one of my friends had suggested as a "good" method. Not just to meet new men, but new places in a new town. Okay, it was one disaster after the next. It was hilarious. My readership at one point had spiked over 500. That's quite a bit when you consider that the link was originally shared with about 7 people, and I think only 3 of them actually read it regularly. The funnier the post, the more readership I picked up. Then I got sick of dating. For those of you that have been happily, or even unhappily, married for decades, you can't possibly imagine how much it sucks to date. But yea, for my friends, single or not, my excerpts seemed to just make their mundane lives that much better. Not to say that my experiences were funny at the time, often they were kind of like mini-nightmares--one right after the other--of what no one would want to date. One guy had some serious hygiene issues. Another had spent the whole date bragging about how much money he used to have--yes, used to have. Talk about ridiculous. The one that spent the whole time checking out other women. Another that had the highest pitch voice I had ever heard--from anyone including women. I think he was considering being the cartoon voice for Minnie Mouse. The control freak who utterly was infuriated with me for not liking Sarah Palin. Come on now. Hmm, in hindsight he was probably a sign of things to come in this country. Or my personal favorite of them all, the guy I never ever even met, who after only a week of texting and a couple phone calls, went ballistic because I went for a couple drinks after work with a couple of co-workers on a Friday night. I actually had to cancel one of the 3 online dating memberships and block him from my Facebook, my MySpace, and even had to change my phone number to get rid of him because blocking his number only meant he'd call from other numbers. So, it may surprise anyone, even me, that I actually invested any money in online dating again.
Frankly, it was not my first choice. I had mentioned to my friends that I might be genuinely interested in meeting someone. Admittedly, most of my friends know what a phobia I have for relationships. They all have their advice on how to find the right relationship. Some, one or three or so, will tell me to stay single. Well, that's easy for them, because they are in relationships. Always amazes me at how non-single people will proffer up advice to stay single when they are in real relationships like some tom cat, slut puppy. "You don't want to be tied down. You want to be able to do what you want to do when you want to do it. You don't want someone telling you what to do. You don't need a man. You have it made." All very, very true. I don't want someone telling me what to do. I don't need a man to pay my bills, put a roof over my head, or even to buy me dinner. Now, here's the thing though. I have been tied "down" to my boys, so that argument is a bit stupid really. I'm not tied to that responsibility anymore, but there's something to be said for having someone that you actually care about more than you care about yourself. Somehow it makes life worth living. My days for the most part now that the boys are grown men are work, home, work, home, work, home, hang out with friends, ride my motorcycle, home, work, home, work. Repeat, repeat, repeat. The only real difference is that when my day is over, there's Hulu to look forward to. There's really no one to tell about my great, ordinary or pissy day. Well, there is--if you want to stop at a bar after work once in a while. And there's no one to say, "you know what we need? A weekend away." No, that little sentence has to come out of the recesses of my own effort when even that little effort really needs that outside nudge. So, I had mentioned to a couple of friends that I had hit this point last year.
But online dating? Again? How did that happen? Well, most of my friends tried to talk me out of it--out of any relationship even when I don't have one. See excuses in above paragraph. A couple others started listing off a number of our single friends. Uh, hello. Not to be bitchy, but if some of the single guys I know fit the bill, would I still be single? That was a rhetorical question, but one of my friends did point out that I am a total commitment phob. Was I even serious about this? Of course. Well, no one ever remembers me saying 'yes, I actually want a relationship.' I mean they remember me saying I would like one, and I suspect that only a couple of them took this conversation serious. Now, of the couple that did, one just was blunt as hell. We don't know any good single men. The ones that we know are all single for a reason, and when it comes to me, she said that there were plenty that would want to date me. Sounds like problem solved, right? But she pointed out that I am way too smart for almost all the guys we know. Thank God. But with that breath of relief, I realized I have a real problem. How am I going to actually meet someone that is smart enough as not to bore me to death, is interesting in their own right, and not intimidated by a woman who is more than capable of taking care of herself? Her response? Online dating.
Admittedly, I didn't jump right on the idea. First, I'm one of those in person types. I have always been pretty good at reading people. A side effect of the childhood that I had. But there's really something to be said about when you meet someone in person. You can get a real feel for who they are. We have become a society that is constantly being presented one liners and for the most part that is all online dating is. You post a pic or two or 10 or 20. You post a few sentences to a few paragraphs, either explaining who you think you are or who you think you want. The problem is that I have never dated the "same" type twice. Seriously. I have been pretty inventive in finding new and different fits to see if I can find the "right" guy. Honestly, as long as the guy is smarter than the average bear, I can make it work for a bit. White collar, blue collar, liberal leaning, conservative leaning, great work ethic, no work ethic, single minded, broad minded, various hobbies, no hobbies. I am pretty malleable. I have a couple guy friends that I could have dated, a couple that I have, and a whole shit ton that I wouldn't dream of dating. I may have polled a couple of them for inputs on this new quest. I need someone like me. WTF? Like me? Do they actually make this animal? Oh, and--this was kind of like the "but" I would get from my female friends--someone who keeps me grounded and who isn't freaked out when I get all soft and fuzzy. Oh, right. No one ever thinks of me as "warm, fuzzy, soft kitten" type. According to one of my oldest friends, actually the oldest as in time not age, longest friend of over 40+ years now, he pointed out I need to find another conundrum like myself that doesn't mind being with a woman that is from the outside looking in completely got it going on that totally appreciates that I'm going to hide behind him as soon as I get home. Now, I'm not saying that I'm hiding, but that girl in me that is ready to run? Runaway or just run, depending on the day of the week, yea, he may have a point. How do you put that in a profile?
So, I had finally broke down and put a new profile up 6 months ago. The blog had originally started with six month membership that I literally had to force myself to "try" to meet new people. I even had committed to the idea, once I started the blog, of going on a date at least a couple times a month. I mean I needed new material. It wasn't that hard to meet the "6 month relationship" guarantee trying to write exploits for my friends that had paid for it. On the other hand, I really had no intention of going beyond that 1 year point. I had figured that the "free" 6 months were their money too, so yea, the blog was a year by the end of that nonsense. This time, well, I haven't been super active trying to date. I said I was ready for a relationship. I am, but for the right relationship. So I haven't even gone out on a single date since signing up. On the other hand, without any force of blog or otherwise, I have actually met the 6 month guarantee requirements--to my shock. I kind of thought this whole thing would've blown over by now. I suppose so did my friends. The commitment phobia would kick in. Through the last few months though, I have realized that it isn't that I'm afraid of a relationship. I'm just not interested in being in the wrong relationship. I've been so uninterested in being in the wrong relationship that I have been willing to be in the wrong relationship knowing that there is an end in sight. That was the funny thing about the wrong relationships--I already knew it was over before it even got started.
Well, I'd tell you that I was going to write about it, but I don't. I have actually talked to a couple different guys long enough to realize that we weren't going to be a good fit. One was pretty interesting and we talked for about 4 weeks, but then it finally came out that he drinks like a glass of wine once a month, his definition of "occasional" drinker. My definition of almost non-drinker. Of course, he had been an alcoholic when he was younger (his words not mine) and so my couple times a week was way over his idea of acceptable. The other one that I talked to for a bit told me he was from Germany, eventually not really his mother was. It never was said, but after a bit, I realized his father was from Egypt or Saudi. Pass. I'm way too American for that. Trust me--way, way too American. Another was 30 years military, interesting, but I got the impression fairly quickly that he was recently divorced and just interested in less. Normally, I suppose that would've appealed to me. I dropped those conversations within the first week. And one that had his own business, never married, no kids, true Southern gentleman. Yup, all the way to the mama's boy stereotype. He was single because mama had a tight leash on him. Glad he has a good relationship with his mama, but something started to scream "Deliverance". That's 4 out of 18 "required" contacts. I'm thinking that wasn't bad considering that half of these people on a paid sight are not even actually paying members. I'd tell you about some of the bizarre ones that have sent me emails, but this time the membership wasn't or isn't about the ridiculous people that are out there. We all know there are some pretty strange birds out there. But this has been a genuine effort on my part.
Okay, so yes, now going to start month 7--the first free month. I'll be honest. I seriously doubt this is how I meet anyone worth meeting. It just doesn't seem like the right method for me. For someone that can look back and only actually think of 3 guys that I have ever been super interested in--none of whom I met online but in circumstances that were completely random--I just don't see it. One I met through a cousin, another through a random friend (who had been crushing on me to make things complicated) and then one I met randomly a couple years after that blog creating attempt at online dating. Yea, I'm just not sure I can "buy" into this method. But hey, it's another 6 months, free, so I'll take it about as seriously as I take dating in general. Don't expect the guy I marry to come from it. Seriously, don't. I imagine the guy that I would marry would have about as much faith in online dating as I do. Like none. I have a good idea what I'm looking for. I'm just not convinced that the guy I'm looking for has a good idea of what he's looking for. It took me a long time--I suspect it might take him longer. ;)
Frankly, it was not my first choice. I had mentioned to my friends that I might be genuinely interested in meeting someone. Admittedly, most of my friends know what a phobia I have for relationships. They all have their advice on how to find the right relationship. Some, one or three or so, will tell me to stay single. Well, that's easy for them, because they are in relationships. Always amazes me at how non-single people will proffer up advice to stay single when they are in real relationships like some tom cat, slut puppy. "You don't want to be tied down. You want to be able to do what you want to do when you want to do it. You don't want someone telling you what to do. You don't need a man. You have it made." All very, very true. I don't want someone telling me what to do. I don't need a man to pay my bills, put a roof over my head, or even to buy me dinner. Now, here's the thing though. I have been tied "down" to my boys, so that argument is a bit stupid really. I'm not tied to that responsibility anymore, but there's something to be said for having someone that you actually care about more than you care about yourself. Somehow it makes life worth living. My days for the most part now that the boys are grown men are work, home, work, home, work, home, hang out with friends, ride my motorcycle, home, work, home, work. Repeat, repeat, repeat. The only real difference is that when my day is over, there's Hulu to look forward to. There's really no one to tell about my great, ordinary or pissy day. Well, there is--if you want to stop at a bar after work once in a while. And there's no one to say, "you know what we need? A weekend away." No, that little sentence has to come out of the recesses of my own effort when even that little effort really needs that outside nudge. So, I had mentioned to a couple of friends that I had hit this point last year.
But online dating? Again? How did that happen? Well, most of my friends tried to talk me out of it--out of any relationship even when I don't have one. See excuses in above paragraph. A couple others started listing off a number of our single friends. Uh, hello. Not to be bitchy, but if some of the single guys I know fit the bill, would I still be single? That was a rhetorical question, but one of my friends did point out that I am a total commitment phob. Was I even serious about this? Of course. Well, no one ever remembers me saying 'yes, I actually want a relationship.' I mean they remember me saying I would like one, and I suspect that only a couple of them took this conversation serious. Now, of the couple that did, one just was blunt as hell. We don't know any good single men. The ones that we know are all single for a reason, and when it comes to me, she said that there were plenty that would want to date me. Sounds like problem solved, right? But she pointed out that I am way too smart for almost all the guys we know. Thank God. But with that breath of relief, I realized I have a real problem. How am I going to actually meet someone that is smart enough as not to bore me to death, is interesting in their own right, and not intimidated by a woman who is more than capable of taking care of herself? Her response? Online dating.
Admittedly, I didn't jump right on the idea. First, I'm one of those in person types. I have always been pretty good at reading people. A side effect of the childhood that I had. But there's really something to be said about when you meet someone in person. You can get a real feel for who they are. We have become a society that is constantly being presented one liners and for the most part that is all online dating is. You post a pic or two or 10 or 20. You post a few sentences to a few paragraphs, either explaining who you think you are or who you think you want. The problem is that I have never dated the "same" type twice. Seriously. I have been pretty inventive in finding new and different fits to see if I can find the "right" guy. Honestly, as long as the guy is smarter than the average bear, I can make it work for a bit. White collar, blue collar, liberal leaning, conservative leaning, great work ethic, no work ethic, single minded, broad minded, various hobbies, no hobbies. I am pretty malleable. I have a couple guy friends that I could have dated, a couple that I have, and a whole shit ton that I wouldn't dream of dating. I may have polled a couple of them for inputs on this new quest. I need someone like me. WTF? Like me? Do they actually make this animal? Oh, and--this was kind of like the "but" I would get from my female friends--someone who keeps me grounded and who isn't freaked out when I get all soft and fuzzy. Oh, right. No one ever thinks of me as "warm, fuzzy, soft kitten" type. According to one of my oldest friends, actually the oldest as in time not age, longest friend of over 40+ years now, he pointed out I need to find another conundrum like myself that doesn't mind being with a woman that is from the outside looking in completely got it going on that totally appreciates that I'm going to hide behind him as soon as I get home. Now, I'm not saying that I'm hiding, but that girl in me that is ready to run? Runaway or just run, depending on the day of the week, yea, he may have a point. How do you put that in a profile?
So, I had finally broke down and put a new profile up 6 months ago. The blog had originally started with six month membership that I literally had to force myself to "try" to meet new people. I even had committed to the idea, once I started the blog, of going on a date at least a couple times a month. I mean I needed new material. It wasn't that hard to meet the "6 month relationship" guarantee trying to write exploits for my friends that had paid for it. On the other hand, I really had no intention of going beyond that 1 year point. I had figured that the "free" 6 months were their money too, so yea, the blog was a year by the end of that nonsense. This time, well, I haven't been super active trying to date. I said I was ready for a relationship. I am, but for the right relationship. So I haven't even gone out on a single date since signing up. On the other hand, without any force of blog or otherwise, I have actually met the 6 month guarantee requirements--to my shock. I kind of thought this whole thing would've blown over by now. I suppose so did my friends. The commitment phobia would kick in. Through the last few months though, I have realized that it isn't that I'm afraid of a relationship. I'm just not interested in being in the wrong relationship. I've been so uninterested in being in the wrong relationship that I have been willing to be in the wrong relationship knowing that there is an end in sight. That was the funny thing about the wrong relationships--I already knew it was over before it even got started.
Well, I'd tell you that I was going to write about it, but I don't. I have actually talked to a couple different guys long enough to realize that we weren't going to be a good fit. One was pretty interesting and we talked for about 4 weeks, but then it finally came out that he drinks like a glass of wine once a month, his definition of "occasional" drinker. My definition of almost non-drinker. Of course, he had been an alcoholic when he was younger (his words not mine) and so my couple times a week was way over his idea of acceptable. The other one that I talked to for a bit told me he was from Germany, eventually not really his mother was. It never was said, but after a bit, I realized his father was from Egypt or Saudi. Pass. I'm way too American for that. Trust me--way, way too American. Another was 30 years military, interesting, but I got the impression fairly quickly that he was recently divorced and just interested in less. Normally, I suppose that would've appealed to me. I dropped those conversations within the first week. And one that had his own business, never married, no kids, true Southern gentleman. Yup, all the way to the mama's boy stereotype. He was single because mama had a tight leash on him. Glad he has a good relationship with his mama, but something started to scream "Deliverance". That's 4 out of 18 "required" contacts. I'm thinking that wasn't bad considering that half of these people on a paid sight are not even actually paying members. I'd tell you about some of the bizarre ones that have sent me emails, but this time the membership wasn't or isn't about the ridiculous people that are out there. We all know there are some pretty strange birds out there. But this has been a genuine effort on my part.
Okay, so yes, now going to start month 7--the first free month. I'll be honest. I seriously doubt this is how I meet anyone worth meeting. It just doesn't seem like the right method for me. For someone that can look back and only actually think of 3 guys that I have ever been super interested in--none of whom I met online but in circumstances that were completely random--I just don't see it. One I met through a cousin, another through a random friend (who had been crushing on me to make things complicated) and then one I met randomly a couple years after that blog creating attempt at online dating. Yea, I'm just not sure I can "buy" into this method. But hey, it's another 6 months, free, so I'll take it about as seriously as I take dating in general. Don't expect the guy I marry to come from it. Seriously, don't. I imagine the guy that I would marry would have about as much faith in online dating as I do. Like none. I have a good idea what I'm looking for. I'm just not convinced that the guy I'm looking for has a good idea of what he's looking for. It took me a long time--I suspect it might take him longer. ;)
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Anti Social media? You're a special kind of stupid, aren't you?
Admittedly, I have a very low tolerance for bullshit. Your kid running around outside my hotel room at 7 am screaming and yelling will probably start my day off the wrong way. Maybe it's because I'm getting older and have always viewed the world in a unique way. I don't see those things that divide us, because frankly, I don't give a shit. I see things in all their complexity and I prefer to look for the positive in all things and people. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt until your kid is still carrying on at 0830. Then I'm going to get dressed, go down to the hotel staff and complain that enough is enough. However, maybe it's just that after the ridiculousness of the last election, and my bullshit limit has completely been exhausted. I tried to get people to see each other's views. It didn't matter if they were voting for either major party candidate. I saw the appeal of each and I saw the even stronger lack of merit of either. Lack of merit didn't bother most. Somehow, as long as there was one thing that appealed to them they simply ignored the lack of. Why? Well, I have never deleted anyone for political reasons. But, what I've started to realize is that since many no longer review the merits of anyone or anything, they simply latch on to the most drama they can find. It's infuriating really.
What do I mean by latching on to drama? It's really pretty simple. You share bullshit. You don't even care it's bullshit. I saw Kid Rock dead posts on Facebook several times today. Hoax, hoax, damn he was young, was it drugs, hoax....The comments read as a count of morons in this country. Please double check. It's not that hard. It's not hard at all. Some would point out it was a hoax. Some would ignore it, if they knew it was a hoax. Some would just share without double checking....obviously. Some would select the tears button. Really. 'Oh just f***king stop already.' Yes, that's exactly what went through my mind. 'You've got to be kidding me.' Nope, they're not. They are lazy. They are so lazy that they can't take 10 seconds to Google or Yahoo News to ensure they are not sharing bullshit. Social media let's us all know who the dumbasses are who believe every little thing they hear or see. And not just me or you. No, every one of those political advisors know how f**king stupid they are too.
Sometimes these people share these awesome memes. Like if you don't like button because it's about Jesus, you're going to hell. Ummmm, Jesus wasn't blonde or blue eyed. And I vaguely recall a section of the Bible that damns those that worship false idols. Can't get anymore false than a made up picture of a dude that was from the Middle East being blonde to strawberry blonde haired, fair skinned and blue eyed. Add some freckles and you have Howdy Doodie with long hair. Yet, this lie has played like a broken record, or skipping CD for the younger crowd, for so long that it's taken on a very real perpetuation for centuries. Ignorance at its best. Even when they know it can't possibly be what Jesus actually looked like...what the hell, share it anyway. Makes them feel good to think Jesus was actually white. Let alone that somehow we all have to like and share or we are forsaking our beliefs.
But hey, let's not stop there. It's America's birthday. You know--the day we declared independence from the British Crown. Ironically, the land founded on freedom of religion, the Rights of all to be equal and have inalienable rights that should be afforded to all human beings. Yes, let's make that day about Jesus too. It's all about your religion after all. Totally missed that freedom, freedom of religion AND inalienable rights shit, eh?
Then bitch about racism, how much you hate "liberals", "conservatives", or anyone that disagrees with you. No, that's not YOUR America, and therefore, it's not American. Guess what? It is our America. Good, bad, beautiful and the ugly. We are racists, especially if we were born before 1980. Our childhoods were full of hidden racist cues. Bitch about how bad the economy is, but what are you going to do about it? Nothing. Bitch about how your jobs went overseas. Again are you trying to find a way to create new jobs? Bitch you pay too much in taxes. We do, but we don't pay as much as the Europeans. Bitch how much money we spend overseas. But never bother to look up that it's less than 2-5% of our government's budget. Bitch about how much we spend on the military (laughable really) while thanking every service member. Bitch about how much college costs but cut the federal aid budget (thanks Obama). Bitch about a weak USA and how we need to make America great again while not realizing your bitching is exactly why we aren't great anymore. We can't be great with all you assholes complaining how un-great we are. Duh. It's like common sense has completely left the damn building. We have our own religious nut cases, yet some of you point fingers at the Middle East like they somehow have the lockdown on religious crazies. Ummm, thanks for the meme telling me I'm going to an eternal hell because your Christian faith taught you so much tolerance and acceptance in your very next post.
By all means get pissed at me for pointing out your hypocrisy. Don't give a shit. I'm sick of the one liners and regardless of whether you stereotype liberals, conservatives (I mean how obtuse are you if you really believe you agree with the entire "conservative" or "liberal" agenda anyway), you just sound like ignorant assholes. Most of the people doing the most bitching about the "other" side have no idea what the "other" side thinks because God forbid that they invest some time listening to what the other side actually has to say. They're so f**king worried they might make sense that they simply categorize them as wrong and jump on their high horse. Dumbasses.
Oh, no, I'm under no delusions that this is all my opinion. But unlike those of you thinking I should shut up, well, the rest of my readers are thinking I wish they would shut up too. We want America to stay great and we are concerned that some of you dumbasses have ceded that we aren't by simply buying into one liner bullshit. We aren't under any delusions that racism doesn't exist. We just don't think racist assholes should be given 15 minutes of fame, let alone the thousands of internet hours you idiots will give them. We realize that the Islamic jihadists are a real threat, but we also are under no illusions that they are the only religious nuts. Eric Rudolph, David Koresh, Jonestown....seriously some of the most insane religious logic is right here in the guise of Christianity. Let alone some of the other iffy at best home grown crazies like Timothy McVey, the Unibomber You remember them right? How quickly some of us will point fingers while ignoring those things we all know can't possibly be as simple as one line, one finger or one person. But like me, a majority of us just want social media to be a smidgen of this and a smidgen of that. You want deep discussion? I love deep discussion until you want to bitch about some racist while using reverse racism. Did it affect you? No. Is it going to? Maybe but give it a rest. Those of us that aren't racist don't want to hear it anymore and for good measure, you racists out there, we don't give a shit about your agenda either. I know the race war is coming, blah, blah, blah...Guess what? There's one in the Middle East right now, and for the most part you can't tell which one is which. Seriously. The Israelites are a race. The Arabs are a race. They look silly fighting over race and so do you even if the color of the skin is easier for you to figure out who you think is your enemy. We're all human. God's children. You would no more choose one of your children over another but somehow you live in the delusion that our father, our God, would? WTF....Not a question. A statement.
So, next time you want to share some stupid shit on Facebook or any other social media, think. Is this who I really am? Are you the judgemental asshat who thinks all non Christians burn in hell? Do you really hate someone because they believe in global warming and you don't? Did you really think the last 5 twitters from the President were a "good" idea or are you just refusing to admit he might run off at the mouth way more than a President should? Are you really hating anyone who wants to save the environment? Or protect their right to own guns? I mean maybe you don't understand what they think, but do you really hate them? How?? You don't even f**king know them. If you hate someone you don't even know, well, as the comedian and a meme you've probably shared one too many times says, "you're a special kind of stupid, aren't you?"
What do I mean by latching on to drama? It's really pretty simple. You share bullshit. You don't even care it's bullshit. I saw Kid Rock dead posts on Facebook several times today. Hoax, hoax, damn he was young, was it drugs, hoax....The comments read as a count of morons in this country. Please double check. It's not that hard. It's not hard at all. Some would point out it was a hoax. Some would ignore it, if they knew it was a hoax. Some would just share without double checking....obviously. Some would select the tears button. Really. 'Oh just f***king stop already.' Yes, that's exactly what went through my mind. 'You've got to be kidding me.' Nope, they're not. They are lazy. They are so lazy that they can't take 10 seconds to Google or Yahoo News to ensure they are not sharing bullshit. Social media let's us all know who the dumbasses are who believe every little thing they hear or see. And not just me or you. No, every one of those political advisors know how f**king stupid they are too.
Sometimes these people share these awesome memes. Like if you don't like button because it's about Jesus, you're going to hell. Ummmm, Jesus wasn't blonde or blue eyed. And I vaguely recall a section of the Bible that damns those that worship false idols. Can't get anymore false than a made up picture of a dude that was from the Middle East being blonde to strawberry blonde haired, fair skinned and blue eyed. Add some freckles and you have Howdy Doodie with long hair. Yet, this lie has played like a broken record, or skipping CD for the younger crowd, for so long that it's taken on a very real perpetuation for centuries. Ignorance at its best. Even when they know it can't possibly be what Jesus actually looked like...what the hell, share it anyway. Makes them feel good to think Jesus was actually white. Let alone that somehow we all have to like and share or we are forsaking our beliefs.
But hey, let's not stop there. It's America's birthday. You know--the day we declared independence from the British Crown. Ironically, the land founded on freedom of religion, the Rights of all to be equal and have inalienable rights that should be afforded to all human beings. Yes, let's make that day about Jesus too. It's all about your religion after all. Totally missed that freedom, freedom of religion AND inalienable rights shit, eh?
Then bitch about racism, how much you hate "liberals", "conservatives", or anyone that disagrees with you. No, that's not YOUR America, and therefore, it's not American. Guess what? It is our America. Good, bad, beautiful and the ugly. We are racists, especially if we were born before 1980. Our childhoods were full of hidden racist cues. Bitch about how bad the economy is, but what are you going to do about it? Nothing. Bitch about how your jobs went overseas. Again are you trying to find a way to create new jobs? Bitch you pay too much in taxes. We do, but we don't pay as much as the Europeans. Bitch how much money we spend overseas. But never bother to look up that it's less than 2-5% of our government's budget. Bitch about how much we spend on the military (laughable really) while thanking every service member. Bitch about how much college costs but cut the federal aid budget (thanks Obama). Bitch about a weak USA and how we need to make America great again while not realizing your bitching is exactly why we aren't great anymore. We can't be great with all you assholes complaining how un-great we are. Duh. It's like common sense has completely left the damn building. We have our own religious nut cases, yet some of you point fingers at the Middle East like they somehow have the lockdown on religious crazies. Ummm, thanks for the meme telling me I'm going to an eternal hell because your Christian faith taught you so much tolerance and acceptance in your very next post.
By all means get pissed at me for pointing out your hypocrisy. Don't give a shit. I'm sick of the one liners and regardless of whether you stereotype liberals, conservatives (I mean how obtuse are you if you really believe you agree with the entire "conservative" or "liberal" agenda anyway), you just sound like ignorant assholes. Most of the people doing the most bitching about the "other" side have no idea what the "other" side thinks because God forbid that they invest some time listening to what the other side actually has to say. They're so f**king worried they might make sense that they simply categorize them as wrong and jump on their high horse. Dumbasses.
Oh, no, I'm under no delusions that this is all my opinion. But unlike those of you thinking I should shut up, well, the rest of my readers are thinking I wish they would shut up too. We want America to stay great and we are concerned that some of you dumbasses have ceded that we aren't by simply buying into one liner bullshit. We aren't under any delusions that racism doesn't exist. We just don't think racist assholes should be given 15 minutes of fame, let alone the thousands of internet hours you idiots will give them. We realize that the Islamic jihadists are a real threat, but we also are under no illusions that they are the only religious nuts. Eric Rudolph, David Koresh, Jonestown....seriously some of the most insane religious logic is right here in the guise of Christianity. Let alone some of the other iffy at best home grown crazies like Timothy McVey, the Unibomber You remember them right? How quickly some of us will point fingers while ignoring those things we all know can't possibly be as simple as one line, one finger or one person. But like me, a majority of us just want social media to be a smidgen of this and a smidgen of that. You want deep discussion? I love deep discussion until you want to bitch about some racist while using reverse racism. Did it affect you? No. Is it going to? Maybe but give it a rest. Those of us that aren't racist don't want to hear it anymore and for good measure, you racists out there, we don't give a shit about your agenda either. I know the race war is coming, blah, blah, blah...Guess what? There's one in the Middle East right now, and for the most part you can't tell which one is which. Seriously. The Israelites are a race. The Arabs are a race. They look silly fighting over race and so do you even if the color of the skin is easier for you to figure out who you think is your enemy. We're all human. God's children. You would no more choose one of your children over another but somehow you live in the delusion that our father, our God, would? WTF....Not a question. A statement.
So, next time you want to share some stupid shit on Facebook or any other social media, think. Is this who I really am? Are you the judgemental asshat who thinks all non Christians burn in hell? Do you really hate someone because they believe in global warming and you don't? Did you really think the last 5 twitters from the President were a "good" idea or are you just refusing to admit he might run off at the mouth way more than a President should? Are you really hating anyone who wants to save the environment? Or protect their right to own guns? I mean maybe you don't understand what they think, but do you really hate them? How?? You don't even f**king know them. If you hate someone you don't even know, well, as the comedian and a meme you've probably shared one too many times says, "you're a special kind of stupid, aren't you?"
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