Vacation

So, Frank took a much needed vacation from the Internet and all those that annoyed the crap out of him on Facebook.  But... he's back with a vengeance!

Here you have it ladies and gentlemen.  I'm back in the real world for less than two weeks and I'm already wanting to run for the hills.  I swear, there was a very organized plot to piss me off when I returned.  I don't want to whine like the guy in those Geico commercials.  God, I admire R. Lee Ermey.  In fact, he's my hero.





This is how I feel about most people, in general.  I think if everyone said how they REALLY feel, the world would be a much happier place.  So, Maggots... be honest and stop talking about people behind their backs.  Grow some balls, you morons.

Trash

 Why is it that most humans will let a relationship die, but won't get rid of the junk in their garage?

I think I may have an answer.  It takes too much effort to either (a) save the relationship or (b) sort through the junk.  Essentially, it's these things are the same.  We never want to admit when something is good OR bad for ourselves.  We walk through life with rose-colored blinders on and pretend to frolic through the daisies.

I, for one, am tired of these mindless idiots that don't mind hoarding 10 years worth of newspapers but have no problem letting a person walk right out of their life.  I'm beginning to blame it on social networking.  In the past I've been a huge advocate for technology and how it can bring former friends, who would have otherwise faded into oblivion, back into a person's life.  What I am discovering is that, unfortunately, people are giving up the live, flesh-and-blood people in their lives, for the "virtual" friendships of the past.  It's cool to connect with those from high school (for some of us, others wish they could wash the memory from existence).  But, there is a point where there is nothing left to talk about.  The whole relationship is in the past.  I'm not sure about you folks, but I've always been taught that living in the past is bad... because it prevents us from moving forward.  

So... my little piece of advise for you guys today: make sure to discard the proper things in life... old cereal boxes, soda cans (recycled of course), that t-shirt with 40 holes in it, toxic friends, animals with the plague.  You get my drift.

Don't worry, I'm not going soft on you guys... this crap really does annoy the Hell out of me.

Drama Queen... comin' through.

So, I've written about my extreme annoyance with whiners before.  Yes?  Yes.  Thus a new topic of discussion for my readers to giggle over.  I know you giggle, don't deny it.

There is a person in my social circle that creates so much personal drama, they make telenovellas seem boring and mundane.  I'm gonna give you the back story ...  their we were, eating sushi and having beer from Brazil.  I receive a kick in the knee as a man, who resembled that of a Greek statue from the Hellenistic era, walks by our table.  Drama Queen swiftly whispers across the table, "That's him!"  I say, "Who is 'him'?"  "The manager....," she sighs.  I'm about to gag on my sashimi at this point and ask (why do I do it?), "Have you talked to him?"  She responds, "No.  He's too perfect."  "Um, he's a human being... I seriously doubt he's perfect," I say sarcastically.  I get the look of death.

Fast forward 7 months.  So, here we are, in the wake of U.S.S. Manager.  Or more rightly, U.S.S. Drama Queen.  To sum up what happened.  She spoke to him; they became friends; they communicated via text and phone; they never saw each other outside of the restaurant; he starts dating a girl; DQ went to dinner at said restaurant and saw Manager & Chicky having dinner; DQ feels betrayed.  Ok.  I understand some of DQ's problem.  But... BUT, she set herself up for a let down because A) He never asked her out; B) They were JUST friends; C) They never went on a date in all this time, hell, they never saw each other outside of the restaurant.  (I'm reiterating to make a point.)

I'm just curious... didn't DQ ever see "He's Just Not That Into You?"  I don't care what gender you are... what your situation is... this movie applies to most everyone.  People seriously read too much into things, especially where "relationships" are concerned. 

As a cranky man, I don't want some needy chick calling me or, basically, stalking me.  It's not cute, endearing, or whatever.  Men are simple. If they like you, they will say so. There is no secret code, hand signals or "Where's Waldo" for our feelings. 

My point... Don't be a douche, it scares people.  Be yourself, most people like that better.  Having a boyfriend/girlfriend is not a requirement in life... it only seems that way.  If people ask you about it, you should say, "Why do you care?"  Seriously, if someone is asking about your love life, apparently they don't have one that is fulfilling enough.  Tell them to go home and seduce their boyfriend/husband with a strip tease and some porn--- they will most definitely be fulfilled then.

Crazy people are abundant.  Try your best to not be one of them.

Deserving?

An interesting thing was said to me last Saturday night.  "The Saints deserve to win the Super Bowl."  My response was, "hmmph, why?"  "They just do," was the super logical response.  I wanted to say, "Why?  Because their city got hit with a hurricane a few years ago and it will make them feel better?"  Seriously???  So when Haiti rebuilds the island, are they gonna deserve to win the Olympics or the Miss Universe Pageant?  Ummm, I don't think that will fly with the other countries competing. 

This leads me to discuss the word "deserve".  So, of course I had to consult my handy-dandy dictionary to review the "proper" definition of the word.  Well... the real definition just seems different than the context applied by some people in modern day vernacular. 

Most people seem to use the word "deserve" in a manner that does not mesh with the "real" definition.  It used to mean that when you worked hard, you rated a reward.  Now, it seems that people are lazy and feel they deserve said reward without ever lifting a finger or exerting themselves in any way.  

This train of thinking leads my mind to the words written within the Declaration of Independence:

"we hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness."

I'm not sure how you guys interpret it, but nowhere in that eloquent piece of writing does it say DESERVE.   It says, you have have a right to pursue-- which basically means, GET OFF YOUR ASS AND WORK for things. 

Yep, I'm annoyed at the mindset of the modern man... 

"Daddy says I'm the Best"

Do you have that one friend who never stops talking?  I don't mean a "Chatty Cathy" ... I'm talking about the friend who is CONSTANTLY talking about how "great" they are?  Yep, that one.  

Good Lordy... today it was, "Everyone in the world loves me and wants me to be their love monkey; performing circus sex daily." Yes, I'm exaggerating but you get my point.  I sat and listened to that sort of nonsense for 1 hour and 47 minutes this evening!  Argh!  I This has become a daily occurrence and I can't seem to find the "off" switch!


I realize those readers who are in the mental health field are saying, "They are just insecure and speaking this way to validate their own existence."  I'm trackin'... but, it doesn't make it any less annoying.  After about 25 minutes, I start feeling like regardless of what I say, they've done it better, faster, longer and with more gusto than I ever could.  I was like-- I'm talkin' to Captain Freakin' America, I better show some respect!  

~~My sarcasm, it never sleeps.~~

So, to all of you who have a friend like that.  I find it best to just let them talk.  All you're gonna do, if you point it out, is crush whatever fragment of ego (if any) they still have.  Although, you could do what I'm doing... and that is slowly weening them off the friendship-- which is a bummer because they really are good people, sort of.

Ignorance

I'm tired of the misinformed masses that suck up the precious air we breathe.  

The tragedy in Haiti is just that ... tragic.  Mother Nature can be a vengeful mistress and Haiti has been her target multiple times in the last two years.  

Here is a little fact file on Haiti, compiled by the CIA.  I recommend that everyone read up.


I was discussing the plight of the people in this extremely impoverished country and their response was, "Why in the hell are we scampering to send money to those people?"  I said, "Seriously?  You really don't know?" They responded that "we" (Americans, I'm assuming) need to stop sending money to other countries and help ourselves-- "they put themselves in their current position".  Wow.  My response must of sounded harsh (like I care).  But, I said, "Wow, are you always this ignorant?"  There was a long pause... rightly so.

I continued... those people didn't ask to be poor.  That country, like so many others in the Caribbean were manipulated and abused by the IMF.  Entering into aid contracts for a short period of time, only to have the IMF/World Bank change the rules mid-flow. (This was a result of foreign folks going into the country and stripping it of timber [1950
s] thereby causing soil erosion and leaving the farmers in a pickle.)  The people of those countries are no longer allowed to sell their own goods in their country.  They are required to export food... all the while importing the food they consume.  This system makes zero sense.  If you don't believe me... you should watch "Life and Debt".  Amazingly insightful.  You should also read the book "A Small Place" by Jamaica Kincaid.  It will make you think twice about being a "tourist" and how the presence of foreigners can affect a small nation.  

I'm digressing from my original train of thought, which goes something like this... Be careful about blanket statements-- you know the old adage, "Think before you speak"?  It should be re-worded, "Read and learn before you speak".  Just sayin'... cause those of us who are informed are annoyed by those who aren't. 

"I know how you feel."

That phrase is supposed to invoke the feeling of not being alone in the world-- cue the sappy picture of cute cherubic children holding hands, walking amongst a field of spring flowers .  But, honestly, it does just the opposite for me.  

Empathy is not really something I understand.  The reason is: I will NEVER be able to get inside someone's head and know exactly what they are feeling.  I may have an idea but, I will NEVER know exactly how someone feels.  And I seriously doubt any of you will either.  Experiences all bring us to different conclusions in life.  


In Africa there is an idea of singularity.  Before you jump to the conclusion that you know what I'm talking about, let me explain.  They believe that each person borne unto this world is  irreplaceable, unique and one-of-a-kind.  We, here in the good ol' U.S. of A., have what is called individualism.  Yep, there's a big ole difference.  An "individual" represents a specific group of people.  Basically a sheep representing the herd.  Lemmings.



Unfortunately, I don't believe that's the case at all.  I think we are all singular and have been brainwashed to believe that we are replaceable.  Honestly, that's crap.  This mindset has led us to the overuse of the phrase "I know how you feel".  Because we have, since birth, been led to believe as such.  When it's really not the case.  


So... stop using that phrase, get with the program and realize you are unique... no one can read your mind (except maybe Dionne Warwick's Psychic Friends) and no one can replace you.  Sheep-like mentality is annoying.