News from the Front.

So does everyone know about Central street? I deliver mail there and its well....GHETTO!! A friend and I decided that Central is it's own little world. the Republic Of Central. or R.O.C. Well today I was delivering to a cigarette store in the R.O.C. (technically it's ROC adjacent) when i walked in there was a woman laying in the middle of the floor. She was either A) napping B) dead C) planning some kind of lawsuit (which I'm sure would be settled for a few cartons of cancer sticks) whatever the case, there were people in there conducting business as usual. A man stepped over her and asked for a pack of Marlboros. Reds. I of course.........stepped over her as well and delivered the mail. Neither rain, nor sleet, nor woman on the floor.....

As I drove away I heard sirens in the air. Was it for her, or just another run of the mill domestic violence case? One never knows. Thats the way it be in the R.O.C.

Crazy is as Crazy Does

I was driving home the other night listening to talk radio. This was just after the Oscars, and the subject was the first woman to win the award for best director. Now when I first heard about that, my first thought was, really? It had never occurred to me that a woman had never won. I think that it 2010 this is a pretty healthy reaction. It should not seem so Otherworldly that a Non male did something amazing. So I thought, good for her, and then went on with my life. Well the good callers of Talk Radio took it MUCH more seriously. They had deeply thought out and emotion filled comments for the show host. This annoyed me to no end. I can't for the life of me, figure out why people become so emotionally invested in people or events that have absolutely no impact on their lives. The one saving grace was that these people were talking about a real event. I see this alot with Reality Tv. Why do people care about Kim Kardashian? Am I the only person thats not crazy in this world? Now that is a question that you don't want to ask yourself. I started thinking about it, and I realized, that if I am seemingly the ONLY one that isn't endlessly fascinated by these things, chances are that it's ME that's not normal. I now believe there is a good possibility that I am the crazy one. The sad part is that I was getting really angry listening to these people talk. It never occurred to me that I was doing the exact thing that was upsetting me to begin with. Getting emotional about people that I don't know and don't care about. It sucks to be blinded by anger only to have your vision return and realize that your staring in a mirror. Now at least Self Loathing is something I can get behind. I mean who has more of an impact on my life than me? Ok, my wife. Granted.

So since that night I have been trying really hard not to worry about what other people are doing. I am sort of known for not caring about such things. Another lie I have been living. Or maybe it is true. The one thing that I do care about is people who care TOO much. That's just how passionately I don't care. It's no coincidence that happy people are described as " not having a care in the world".

I think I will go have a stick of CareFree sugarless gum and enjoy my day. And I don't care how you feel about that.

Dick Leaves a Funny Taste In My Mouth. or Why I Don't Swear Except in Print.

When I was a kid, my dad cursed like a sailor. But like any good dad would, he insisted that my sister and I not use such language. I know that most people have a similar story to tell. Parents are great at the old "do as I say not as I do" routine. For some reason though, with me it actually took. I will admit that I did try to swear once. I didn't like it. It just didn't feel right on my tongue. That's ironic now that I think about it, since I do have a bad case of Scrotal Tongue.

Lately I have noticed that when I am writing/typing, many of the Seven Words You Can't Say On TV come flowing right out of my fingertips. For some reason I can't quite figure out this doesn't bother my delicate sensibilities at all. Words that I have never actually uttered feel right at home when I write. The really weird thing is that when I go about my day I don't even THINK swear words. It's just not me. Put a keyboard in front of me though and out comes the filth!! I am probably exaggerating, I'm not exactly writing about anal rape with a rusty cheese grater. Still, the occasional fuck does show up. That seems to be my fingers' vulgarity of choice. I think because it's so versatile. Noun, verb, adjective, and metaphorical conjunction.

It all does make me wonder though, which me is the Real Me? When I speak, I don't feel like I am holding anything back. When I really get into my head to write something though, there is a lot of fucking weirdness in there. Not saying all those naughty things out loud does give me a little sense of control though. As long as I can maintain my composure and control what I am saying I must be all good. Right? I'm pretty sure I need some therapy! I think I will go on line and play some video games instead.

PS: Shit and Damn!