Nonsensical Behavior

Note:

I will tread lightly here as to not fall into a curse ridden Tirade on this subject matter.

Preface:

Every day for me starts more or less the same (at least Monday thru Thursday/Friday, that is). I wake up to the most annoying alarm clock available at anywhere from 5:27 to 5:41am (I never set my clock to even 15 minute intervals). I generally yell an obscenity and slam my alarm clock off -- fast shower that involves shaving and tooth brushing while my hair is still shampoo covered. All of this takes place within the span it takes for 2 Eggo blueberry waffles to toast. When I hear the pop of the toaster, I rinse my hair and away I go. Grab some clothes, my keys, wallet, phone, slap the lights off and out the door by 6:00am everyday to begin a journey that will take me Northbound 49-57 miles (depending on my route). Why would I tell this, you might ask? Well, you just experienced the purest part of my day. The only time of the day that I am actually purely living my life and not annoyed by society & it's ineptitude. Every moment of my day going forth will be a long and tenuous mission to get back home to my domicile; back to my world, if you will.


The following is merely a line of suggestions and general thoughts...

Today was no different than any other. Previously, I used to look at Friday as kind of a free day of sorts, I would feel it as almost a half weekend-day. At this point it has morphed into just another day. I can be just as violently pissed on Friday as I would find myself on a Monday. So basically, until my journey or mission to return to my sanctuary ends upon arrival home Friday after 5pm, my life will be nothing more than a collection of impressions, conclusions, outburst and reactions.

After my drive to work which is typically spent gnawing on my Eggos (there is some humor to the notion of a violently impatient adult male eating kids food??? No?) and regularly screaming or cursing at IDIOTs that seemingly cannot figure out this whole "driving" thing yet. I pull into my parking spot run to jewel for my bottle or water and assorted fruit -- pay at the fast lane, wave hello to Joy and scurry out (pausing 9 feet short of the exit to wait for Joy to yell "Hey wait your....Never mind the receipt just printed." (You see, everyday, I swipe my card grab my items and bolt, Joy just hasn't yet figured out the whole process - and why not, I have only been doing this five days a week for three years consecutive). I grab my bag, change into work clothing in my office and if it's a nice day, I will eat my fruit out in the court while I read my WSJ. It is truly one of the moments each day that I long for.

There are of course little things about this routine that occasionally interrupt and cause me to lay my Journal down and watch people, watch their behavior (there just is nothing quite like a person who hasn't a clue you are watching them). My court offers a particularly unique roster of idiots. You see, I have a beauty salon, Burger King, Barber and of course Jewel just a parking lot West. This morning, which was not particularly unique in the way of classic examples of human behavior being less than rational. I will cut the next 11 minutes of my life into two moderately short parts for ease of explanation.


Part 1 - Burger King:
As I read the front page I happen to see a woman and her 3 children. From looking at them I would say they are probably not very wealthy, in fact I would actually guess far from it. The woman had a reddish colored collared shirt with a name plate on it -- probably a retail worker. The children, while appropriately dressed were clearly all wearing shared clothing as the youngest of the 3, a boy, was wearing shoes at least 2 sizes large for him. It was kind of cute, here is where the problem comes in; the child along with his siblings and mother were without question obese, not overweight, but simply obese. I will not even speculate what was ordered inside to start their day. My judgment isn't placed on the weight or even the food per say, we all indulge (or over-indulge) from time to time. My problem is simply this, I see a retail shirt, no wedding ring and 3 children that are a bacon, cheesy wrap away from 150lbs and they are not even 10. The mother undoubtedly loves her children, she likely works as hard as she can physically manage for them. But at the end of the day her poor decisions make all that effort moot. You eat to the point that you physically limit your output, you not only do so in front of your children, you actually engage them in it as well. Knowing money is short the BK special offers a cheap alternative -- but at what costs? knowing the retail market as I do, your insurance benefits are very poor, likely incredibly high premiums and you have three children and yourself to care for (which is understandably a difficult and stressful task) but the idea that you have eaten yourself into a coronary and are raising your children to do the same has got to make you at least stop momentarily and rethink your strategy. Burger King Special is an option but it isn't the only option.

I guess it angers me to see this occur because as much knowledge as we have in the way of science and weight loss and how important your diet is in respect to your human productivity, I find it utterly negligent to raise your children in this environment and continuing to live as a gluten as you do. (at a certain point intentions no longer hold "weight" - sorry bad pun) This woman will without question need assistance when she has a heart attack or dies and in a most likely outcome her children will only repeat this same trend as learned from their mother. What’s more, because of her weight and over indulging her output (or contribution) to society and overall fiscal society has been severely limited. To me this is no different than riding the bench at the final four then standing on the podium and asking for the first ring. You earned nothing, you took - whether by choice or by lack of self control. Worse yet, she is not she alone, she is she plus three. So for all the wasted material and production caused by her, she has multiplied it. This is the problem. This is why we as a country do not grow and improve in the way our resources would suggest we could.


Part 2 - Salon/Jewel smokers club:
I turn around as I smell that filthy morning cigarette smell wafting its way downwind. I naturally look over and see the salon twit (she is named Jenny -- seems to be kind hearted, but clearly hasn't had a progressive thought since she put away her denim cut offs for the last time). Accompanying Jenny are 3 of Jewels finest workers -- I don't know the first two but the last guy works in the butcher area. As I have seen almost every morning this past summer these four will sit outside and puff on heaters until they are almost short of breath. Again, this is not exactly my business nor my life -- so who cares, right? Well, I guess I care. Someone has to. I take issue that we as a society accept and tolerate this piss poor production. It is a bad deal, a lousy fucking hand of poker. You see, it goes far deeper than 4 people firing up a heater behind the walls of work. I am fine with the idea of freedoms, I think it is completely the right way to go. But you have to earn enough credit to cash in for the access to your rights, you cannot just take in everything with nothing to barter in return. My observations would indicate not one of these people has a college degree and in at least half, probably not even a High School Diploma -- which is fine, but inarguably it limits their potential contributions save for the category of people who have a unique trade to contribute. This means that if their only contributions are working at Jewel and snipping hair while discussing local gossip (which again is completely OK and respectable) logic would tell you they too have piss poor insurance and probably very little savings or assets to speak of. Ergo, when (if, i suppose) they have heart disease or more likely cancer it will again fall on the laps of those who produce a surplus to pick up the slack and carry them to the hospice bed. Should they have children or a spouse, now we are in charge of them as well. This is something that bothers me on such a level that it causes me to twitch uncontrollably.


Concluding:
Understandably, I can see people thinking a multitude of things, most namely, "Why do you care? Are you a Saint? Do you think you are above the law? (apparently Steven Seagal asked that one). And the answer is, NO. I am none of these things. I am a person who simply looks at things as they are. Before I engage in things, I earn the rights first. I didn't wake up and decide, I deserve to be a gluten or substance user or I deserve a massive over priced house or 15 kids or whatever else idiots do. I am not immune to error, I am however immune to repeated error. As for our Burger King warrior, I have struggled with weight and eating right and drinking booze since I was aware of them as options. But all the sudden I realized by doing a little research that it wasn't in my best interest long term. Not only was the view of me from others going to be negatively impacted, but I myself would suffer a loss of production due to energy being less efficient, my insurance is going to raise and I will have to pay more for everything, the money saved on cheap greasy food will inevitably be paid 10 fold to help buy shit that fits and two airline tickets for my huge ass. What a joke. Why would a person knowingly do such a stupid thing? Addiction? that is a joke too. I enjoy a tin of chewing tobacco all the time...I have for years. I know its risks and potential costs -- however, I am fully insured, in case I were to maintain use, which I will not because my addiction to it is the fun I associate with it. I could care less if I no longer was able to chew tobacco likewise with booze. I love to get hammered and talk stupid, but if someone told me I no longer can, I might ask why but ultimately I could give a shit less. My focus is on something higher, something bigger. My focus is on succeeding, in whatever field it may be; career, personal growth, contributor, husband, father, son. Things that actually matter, the rest is arbitrary shit, all useless. My point being; America gives you the opportunities to succeed, both resources and the rights to access everything freely without persecution, but you have to contribute enough to access the things those rights permit. You have the right to bear arms, but if you do something to disrupt this or you lack funds, you don't have that right, another words, it wasn't earned. You have the right to free speech, but if you don't earn the respect of listeners your free speech will have no forum, no voice. People seem to think they are entitled to everything everyone else is. It isn't so. You are entitled to the right to earn what everyone else has the right to earn, nothing more, nothing less. This is Capitalism in lifestyle, it is the best way, it is how America built herself into what she was until recent, built on people earning their keep. Not feeling they were entitled to the same things those who had earned more received. If i was uninsured, I would live on walnuts, lettuce and water until the FDA said there was something wrong with them. If I was broke, I'd work two jobs and not waste a Penney on booze and smokes. If I had children I couldn't afford, I no longer have the liberties to serve myself first. My only job is my children, to make sure they don't make the same errors I have made. Suffering is a major part of succeeding and until we as a society figure it out, we'll be just that, out.


Just then I glance at the clock, it reads 7:18am, My relaxation is already over, now I have to go to work and deal with the true liars, cheaters and schnooks of the world...those who act with disregard, purposefully!