Time Travel
I've always said that it was impossible, but I continued to jump into the future. The bad thing is that I lose the past days that I skipped and sometimes I have a vague recollection of what happened on those days. Actually, I now only believe that time travel is impossible to go "back", not "forward". How else could I get so far in the future without certain days?
Moron!
If you say that anyone that does [insert action] is a moron, the you have just insulted anyone and everyone that does that [insert action], especially those that do [insert action] and have heard or read what you just said. "Anybody that watches Scrubs is a moron!" I heard that the other day and the guy wasn't speaking to me, but I did say "hi" and shake his hand. I introduced myself as Dave Moron! From his reactions, he seemed taken back like someone was going to physically hurt him, but I didn't. Though I don't like expressions like that, since it classifies EVERYONE that does a certain thing into one category, I'm still not a violent person. Violent person? Well... that's a different classification and heading.
Violent Person
I define a violent person as someone that looks for opportunities to do physcial or mental harm. I do not go around and look for physical or mental fights. That in no way means that I'm a pacifist. I will defend myself when that time is called upon. Yes, I'm the one that decides when that time is called upon. The physical part is easy: touch me or make me go into a defensive mode with the intent to harm me, and you'll find that I will fight. Been there and done that, too often, and I carry scars from those that would abuse (but they lost). Now the mental part is a little harder since I can defend without doing much hurt, like laughing it off. Or maybe a verbal beating is needed, but the recipient only goes away with their pride hurt, none have gone to the hospital. I've always assumed that none have gone to seek psychological help.
So that was just said to say that I won't classify someone or a group of someones as a moron(s) because of frivolent things, like watching a soap opera (which I can't stand). I will call someone a moron when they ride on your butt with their headlights on the high beams and it's pooring down the rain, just for an example (generally speaking I call them an "idgit" which is slightly higher than an "idiot"). And when they show me that they're number one (you know the signal of them raising one finger, the middle one, high in the air to symbolize their superiority), then I raise my number 2 signal with my upraised "v" symbol, you know, like victory...I mean "Peace", the number 2. So most of those have been morons, but they were still number one and me number two. And with that, I again say that I'm not in the violent class; I don't chase 'em down and make 'em pay! Road rage anyone?
Even the shrink that I had to go to after the car wreck said I was, I can't remember the name....like an aggravated depressant, but I'm not violent. He told me it was what the postal guy had when he went in and killed some fellow workers, but he told me that I had everything under control. I started to call him a moron and break his nose, but I don't think that would have done well for me and my future. However, I did tell him that I would go "chemical", not "postal" because of the chemical plant where I had worked. He thought that was a clever joke. Gee.
What brought that on? Maybe it was the guy that jumped out of his car screaming that I had slammed his car with my door when I got out of mine after parking beside him. I calmly told him that I was sorry that I had gently bumped his door and there were no marks or anything. He insisted that I had slammed it and almost destroyed his car. When he was within about 5 feet of me, I could smell the alcohol. I apologized again and assured him that there was no damage. He was yelling about my slamming, along with some profanities. I not so calmly, and kinda' loudly, asked him what he wanted. He just wanted to be loud and obnoxious, and he was succeeding. At about 4 feet away, I told him not to come any closer to me because he was going to get hurt. He just shut up and walked across the street into the gym to watch a basketball game.....same place I was going. After he went in, I moved my vehicle around the block and went inside. Even inside he was complaining and making all kinds of gestures in my direction, but he was complaining to a friend of mine. Of course, I walked over to greet my friend and he told me that this guy was a dumb a** and had a drinking problem. I told him that he was about to have a walking problem, and we both laughed. You know, the drinker didn't have any fun during any of those games. I don't understand the mentality to get there, but I can understand the addiction that keeps one there.
In this state, we're still behind the times compared to other states. For example, the violent crime rate, et al, are much lower than other states. However, this state is in the top number of states that have firearms per capita (did I use that correctly?). You know, there's more guns than there are people. With that in mind, is it really smart to want to get out of your car and start a fight? One of those things that make you go hmmmm....
Basketball is Violent
Yep, my youngest son got elbowed in the side of the head when going for a reboung. Once down the floor and back to that end and he got elbowed in the same spot. The second time we saw blood. So the officials had to stop the game and substitute him out because of the blood. We did a small cleaning and bandaging and he was back in the game. He was also the high scorer on his team with 34 points (he gave it all for bb, whoa!). At the hospital, they said they could put 3 or 4 stitches in there, or let Dad help him clean it up and take care of it. He elected for the second one; it was way cheaper! Since it was in his hair, I didn't superglue him like my last cuts. LoL!
I can believe that I've gone on like I have, but the barometer is dropping (slowly) and I'm starting to feel better than normal. Like just a #4 migraine. Nice.
The FogWalker goes to shower....then head out to Circuit City for a camcorder repair....

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