It’s Friday! So what? Go out there and work as though it was Tuesday. It will still be Friday when you are done and you could take two days off. Remember, no cruising because it’s Friday.
Sometimes I get down on myself and realized it’s usually because I allow myself to care what others think about me. I compare my life with theirs and try to live up to their expectations. Impossible. Don’t do that. Use your own scale to weigh yourself and your worth. You are worth much more than you think.
Was thinking about this ‘Valentines Day’ thing while writing a card for my wife. I never could understand it. Shouldn’t it be ‘Valentines’ Day’ since it’s a day for Valentines? Or maybe singular possessive as in, ‘Valentine’s Day’? which would make it a personal thing as in, ‘It’s your valentine’s day’? Never mind, I probably confused you. Happy whatever you call it!
Not too long ago back in my day, guys didn’t cut their dicks off and become women. Women didn’t sew up their vaginas to become men. I never heard of women divorcing their husbands so they could live as men. Men were men and women were women. Boys played with cars and trucks and girls were quite happy to play with their barbies and rag dolls. They never complained that it was sexist. In fact I never heard the word. Women were happy to be treated like the weaker sex and allowed men to open doors for them.
Things were so much simpler back in my day.
I admit, I am out of touch with reality. I still believe in the things I was taught were right and wrong, acceptable and unacceptable. I still uphold the practice of treating women like the weaker sex, opening doors for them and handling them like precious jewels. I don’t accept that a sulky, rude and disrespectful teen is just being a teen. I still cling to the old belief that a marriage should be between a man and a woman. Not that I am actively against such, just that I am too old school to accept this drastic change. In fact, although I have friends who are gay, I fail to accept and embrace that lifestyle as normal. Sorry, I’m just too damn old school.
I am so entrenched in my old ways that I still administer a good ole fashioned spanking to my kids when they misbehave! Yes, heavens forbid! Don’t hate me if you are new age because I don’t hate you. I am just too damn old school to accept what’s ‘cool’. Cool is being gay, leaving your husband or wife for a same-sex partner, parading nude in public, flaunting your sexual preference, treating a dog better than you would treat a human being and allowing your teens to be teens. I am so not cool.
So you see, I have a big problem. It’s not you, it’s me. This blogger is just too old school. Sometimes you really cannot teach an old dog new tricks.
First, I would like to express my sincerest condolences to the friends and family of this great funny man. Second, the following is me expressing my thoughts and mean no disrespect to either the family or anyone suffering from the horrible illness of depression.
Robin Williams’ wife said that she went to bed for the night at 10:30 and he also went to a separate bedroom later. I know that many couples sleep in separate bedrooms for lots of different reasons, don’t agree with most of them but oh well…Then she said she left in the morning thinking he was still asleep. So now, they not only sleep in separate rooms but don’t even say hi or bye in the mornings? I would be depressed if my wife walks out the door without saying bye. When he was found by his agent, at 11:45am, rigor mortis had already set in.
So my poor over-active imagination is thinking, was he depressed also because of marital problems? Not that it really matters in the big picture but then I thought, would he still be with us if maybe they had slept in the same bed that night?
Again, this is only me thinking out loud. Just wondering how we could identify and combat depression so we do not lose our dear ones.
Today I went out for lunch with the boys from work. A couple sitting at the table close to us never put down their phones. Not once. They were not even teenagers either. I doubt they knew the other was at the table. Not that I’m complaining. It’s just the way things are. It’s the new status quo.
Talking about buffet, some people seem to misunderstand the buffet concept. It’s a damn buffet! You don’t have to make sure your plate runneth over. You can go up as many times as you wish. And you know what else? There are people in the kitchen making more all the time. I am sure they are not going to run out of food. Why don’t people get that? Well by people I mean me.
I hate it when I am driving behind Mr. or Ms. Featherfoot and they seem to be going the same place I am, turning down the same obscure streets ahead of me like a pace car. For some reason, it’s usually when I am in a hurry to get to where I’m going. The opposite pisses me off too. Like when I’m lost and driving slowly looking at houses and street numbers and some guy is behind me and not passing even though I am waving him on. He also turns down every street that I do. Don’t you hate that?