Tuesday, July 08, 2008
The Dumbing Down Of Me
Sigh, what I would give for an intelligent conversation in real life. The only intelligent conversations I have are with those who comment here, (because you are brilliant and have good taste to come here...naturally), and with other bloggers. In real life? Damn near non existent. At work there is only one person I know who has a fucking clue about politics and what’s really going on while everyone else is of the “Blame Bush” crowd.
The second anyone starts blaming President Bush for everything is the second I start tuning them out. Do I think he’s a perfect president? Hell no. He’s done things that I don’t agree with but I’m not stupid enough to think that everything is his fault. I often like to point out to those at work who “Blame Bush” for all sorts of things that most of what is pissing them off these days can be answered by their precious Democratic congress. What a bang up job those assholes have done!
Half of them don’t even know anything about John McCain and they all worship the Obamanitor. Then again, half of them talk about all the “hot asses” and chesticles they see all day and make up lyrics to country songs on the radio and repeat them over and over and over and over and over.....fucking hell.
Then I started to think about other co-workers I’ve had in this life and I realized, I don’t think I’ve ever had an extended, intelligent conversation at work. And since most of my friends live nowhere near me, intelligent, well thought out discussions are hard to come by in my real life. And I feel like I get more and more dumb with each passing day because I am not stimulated at. all.
Thank GOD for blogs. Seriously. Especially ones like hers. If it wasn’t for blogs like hers, I’d probably go stark raving mad. I read posts on her site and want to discuss them with real life people the next day and it’s pointless. Real life people I know don’t seem to care or don’t have the attention span of a gnat. Don’t get me wrong, my co-workers all have their good qualities, it’s just pointless to discuss politics or anything current in the world these days unless it has been posted on YouTube and involves crashing or bodily injury.
My ex used to discuss politics but that was pointless because he liked Ron Paul and was “open to the suggestion” that 9/11 was a conspiracy. Cripes. There’s no sense in even talking to someone like that about anything remotely grown up.
I know there are smart people out there...they just seem to be in limited supply.
In other news, I finally got a Wii. Finally. After so long, a famous toy store near where I live started selling them in the store and I just happened to stop by on the first weekend they did so and was third in line for one. Totally by accident. Lucky me. So, I got it, came home, set it all up and since I got the Sports pack, played around with the tennis and baseball and bowling a bit before deciding to try out the boxing.
Now, I didn’t think I’d like or be good at the boxing. I hate boxing in real life. That shit grosses me out. I hate the sound of noses being crushed, the sight of the bleeding, the sweat, GROSS the sweat!!! and it does nothing for me. And I sure as hell have no idea how to box because I don’t fight with my fists. But, I thought I would try it.
Three hours and 48 minutes later, I discovered that Wii boxing is a great stress reliever. I started tentatively punching at first. Then I realized I was good at it and started imagining my opponent to be every damn person who has ever irritated the shit out of me in some way or another. Mostly this weekend I imagined some of the tourists who come in to the establishment.
“I said sit the fuck down, asshole!” Punctuated by a volley of punches to the face.
As an example.
At the end of the almost 4 hours, I was exhausted, I knew I would pay for it the next day with sore arms but man did I feel good! Not only did I get some exercise, I got out a LOT of angst. Oh, Wii makers, I adore you.
In even other news, Eye Candy came in today...as a tourist. I was supposed to take the boat he was going to be on but I gave it to someone else because after driving all day in the 300,000 degree heat, I wanted a rest. It turned out not to matter because Eye Candy brought his girlfriend with him and I really didn’t want to have to take that tour when I found out he was there. (I had already given my tour to someone else by the time I found out he was there.) On the other hand, I was glad he brought her with him because...well, because I’m kind of an idiot in a way.
See, now, for some reason, I won’t be stupid and nervous around him because I’ve seen him with another girl. I guess it’s that safe mode thing I was talking about the other day. I can appreciate the fine art in a safe way because I know it won’t be happening. I wouldn’t date him anyway because...well, many reasons, we’ll leave it at that, but now it feels even safer to admire him when he shows up. Does anyone know what I mean or am I really fucking weird?
I don’t know, it just felt like a relief. A co-worker had on her sad face and when I asked her why, she pointed out that he was there, with his girlfriend and gave me a sad face because she knows I think he’s yummy. I looked, sure enough, there they were and I felt instant apathy about the whole thing and stated, “I don’t care.” And meant it. I also reminded her that I would only care if I actually wanted to date anyone at all, which I do not, which people don’t seem to understand. Seriously, guys, it’s not about giving up...I am just so not remotely interested in dating. It’s like asking me if I want to go to a bar for drinks. After working in a bar so long, I have zero interest in doing that shit either. It’s....boredom of the whole thing, I think. Boredom and disgust. Maybe some day I’ll change my mind. Who knows. There was a time in the past when I didn’t want to date at all and I went six years without having a boyfriend because I just. didn’t. want. one.
Why is that strange to so many?
Anyway, I passed by Eye Candy later on and sure enough, because of the relief I felt, I had no problem whatsoever speaking to him. Oh, and I wasn’t being hard on myself in the other entry. I was making fun of myself for being the way I was because it really is ridiculous. The whole thing is ridiculous and I can absolutely point the finger at myself and laugh just as I can when others act retarded. That’s all that was.
That’s about it for now. Except that I find myself wanting to get a dog just to piss off Muslims..which isn’t the right reason to get a dog, I know but the desire is strong considering all the fucking whining they’ve been doing about dogs in Britain lately. Give me a fucking break. Eventually I want to get another dog anyway but I need to wait until I have the room. Only fair to the pooch.
OH! That reminds me......why the hell do people line up to adopt dogs who are rescued from a puppy mill...the story gets national attention and all these dogs are rescued and how wonderful for the dogs! Yes, I know. So they clean the dogs up, get them all ready for adoption and thousands of people line up to adopt them all.
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE ON ANY GIVEN DAY? There’s thousands and thousands of dogs and cats, every single fucking day, who need homes. Do these people only do it to say, “I saved this dog from that puppy mill in Tennessee....the one that got shut down....you probably heard about it in the news...” What, so people will think they are wonderful? It’s only good enough if the dogs make headlines? Why aren’t there thousands of people lined up every single weekend to adopt unwanted dogs and cats? The fuck, people?
With that, I’m going to bed.
Ciao, kids.
