Tonight I made the mistake of reading the mewling words of buffoons and numbskulls who think they have the right to tell people who they should vote for.
The funny thing about it is I agree with much of what they say but presentation is everything and theirs is so awful it makes me want to slap them silly.
Don’t tell my children I said that because I don’t promote, condone or approve of responding to the clown in the same arrogant and myopic manner they talk to others.
But it doesn’t mean I won’t think about it.
Presentation is an ongoing discussion in my house, primarily because it is a skill that teens and preteens need to work upon.
The kiddies have heard me tell them more than once I would be glad to help them but only if they learn how to say please and thank you.
Friends and relatives tell me when I am not around they are very good about this which always makes me wonder what is it about me being there that makes it difficult to remember these three words.
Anyhoo if the arrogant fool learned how to present ideas in a less obnoxious way they would find a more receptive audience.
The funny thing about it is the buffoon is smart enough to understand this but they seem to have the same inability to adjust as my children do.
The Myopic Arrogance Of The Fool
I am in a funny place this week where I am stuck between two worlds and the transition is quite rough.
S0me people say it is because Mercury is in retrograde and others offer different reasons.
Well I say sometimes people are so fucking stupid they make rocks look like rocket scientists or something along those lines.
What you wont find here is a more descriptive account of why I feel light and optimistic but am also ridiculously angry.
Nor will I attempt to provide any more details because there are boundaries in blogging and sharing more would cross a line.
The only reason I am saying anything is I have to vent a bit and this offers that aforementioned bit.
I expect the negative to be temporary like most things in life but it doesn’t change this moment and the accompanying aggravation.
Blame it on feeling like you don’t have the kind of support you need, let alone want.
The level of frustration I am dealing with is responsible for my wanting to go General Sherman on a few people but it won’t happen because that thing called maturity has left its mark upon me.
Granted I’d like to ignore it and go let some of these people reap the rewards of their efforts but the pleasure in that would be shortlived and the consequences are significant.
So I allow myself a moment.
They got me thinking about some of the writing I did the last time I lived in Texas and how inspired it felt.
I have been back in Texas for several days but didn’t have internet access in my apartment until today.
Since I was concerned about data usage I didn’t try blogging from my phone but I did think about writing.
And as I mentioned above I thought about the quality and quantity and wondered if my feeling that it was high when I lived in Texas is true.
Of course that led me down the primrose path to try and determine if time and place had any real affect upon it.
Because the reality is I don’t want to say I only do my best work under certain circumstances. I want it under any and every circumstance.
The hour is late and the time for bed is past so I’ll share but a few more words with you.
I hate to admit how happy I am to have an internet connection again. The funny thing is I have gotten very good at disconnecting when it is my choice, less so when it is not.
Good things come to those who work hard and make an effort.
I intend to do as Ralph says. See you in the morning.