Don't take anything personal...
It all started realizing that last night something totally made me lose my shit. Like, I had to smoke a bowl and meditate to King Crimson at full blast for 4 fucking hours straight to get over this shit it pissed me off that much!
Being a deep thinker with a sick cynical and deranged sense of humor while being a Nihilistic Misanthropist in my human experience... And if that last sentence didn't break your mind... getting under my skin can be rather hard. Why? Because everything is a joke to me. Reality is the biggest joke of them all. As a sentient being having a human experience I learned to not take anything personal. So in the event that something shall come along and piss me off I have that awareness of it so I can shake it off rather quickly. I don't stay pissed off for very long. I stop and think about it for awhile. Being an amusement engineer, I turn it into something funny :-). Like a mouthy blog full of shitty spiritual advice like this entertaining you with this cute little story LOL. The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow. That is how this works. Entertainment is more important than freedumb. Transmutate entropy into a veritable supernova of FUN or some shit.
If you haven't figured it out by now, one of the few things I do take personally is the fact that I have ZERO tolerance for Idiocracy. Idiocracy kills me like guitars kill fascists (bonus points if you know the reference). I fucking hate willful ignorance and stupid people! Laziness! I hate laziness that comes with idiocracy even more so! I have a psychotic hatred for this shit! And it is everywhere! I can't help but bitch about it. Forget the zombie apocalypse it will never happen. More like the FUCKTARD Apocalypse, that is VERY REAL!
Tonight what happened was we got home after a long day of running around and I find this...
Looks harmless right? A cart full of heavy groceries. You got three 3 gallon jugs of water, two things cat litter, and a big bag of cat food.
You dig?
Grandma had gotten these today while in town. She unloaded them off of the truck onto the wagon and left it here in front of the front porch before going inside.
And this where I start losing my shit...
Usually, when Grandma gets supplies like this, she will leave them in the truck for me to unload the next day. I do this all the time for Grandma carrying all the heavy stuff in. That is my job. Who doesn't help Grandma out? Which is why I don't understand why Grandma did this. Seeing this I'm like wtf!? REALLY!? You have the strength, and the energy, to unload all three water jugs and cat food and litter from the truck onto the wagon all by yourself and cart them to about 12 to 15 from the front door? But not just finish and put them in the house behind the front door where we put them that is only an extra 12 to 15 feet away?
The truck is parked like a good 50 to 60 feet away too! I mean she got them loaded into the truck and then unloaded without any help at all. I would think if you would have the energy and strength to unload them like this you would be able to finish getting them up and into the house and not wait for me to do it.
I was so disgusted I left the water and cat food and litter out on the wagon all fucking night. This isn't the first time Grandma has done stuff like this either. I was going to make Grandma ask me in the morning to finish hauling the water and cat supplies in so I could smh at her. And of course she did.
And this is where I REALLY start losing my shit... Enough that it made me want to write about it sharing this stupid story with you all. Right after Grandma says this she says that she could hardly walk after getting out of the truck when she got home, blah blah, etc...
Well...
REALLY!?
If you were so weak you could hardly walk then HOW THE FUCK DID YOU UNLOAD ALL THIS SHIT ONTO THE WAGON AND HAUL IT TO WHERE IT IS AT IN THE PICTURE!? HUH!? Someone is full of shit!!! You would of just said, "Theo, I got water and cat food in the truck." That is ALL you had to say and all this bullshit could of been avoided.
And then you wonder why I have lost faith in humanity. This is the kind of sick shit that makes me want to stab someone in the face with a fucking ice pick! Don't worry I've already got a rainbow straight jacket waiting for me when I get sent to Shutter Island. I'll try being nicer when people try being smarter. Grandma, we love you dearly but sometimes you can be a real pain in the you know what! And that is as polite as I am going to be about it!
In the mean time you know what I am going to about this? NOTHING! I'm going to post this blog, make about 12 cents, and then cry me a river, build me a bridge, and GET THE FUCK OVER IT! No use crying over spilled milk. Don't take anything personal... remember? Now that I have written this I feel much better. Therefore writing is therapeutic.
Now I'm going to finish jamming out to this King Crimson. :-)
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