Monday, January 6, 2014

Don't be a resolutionary

It's my least favorite time of year again. Even though I actually like winter, I dislike this time of year. It's filled with bullshit 'holidays', esp. that most notorious of made-up Hallmark Holidays, Valentine's Day. I have always thought this was a special load of bollocks, since who the hell really needs a special day to tell someone how much you care for them? Ah, but see, I was mistaken, because what it's actually about is how many goodies a twatmonster can get from a man. Silly me.

The made-up bullshit 'holidays' don't really have an effect on my life, however. Sure, depending on where I was working, I might get a paid day off. Big deal.

But this is also the time of year that the resolutionaries come out. You know those chuckleheads that make New Year's resolutions, and make some kind of positive change for all of about 3 weeks before they go back to doing whatever they were doing in the first place? Yup, those are resolutionaries.

The resolutionaries that irritate me the most are the ones that 'resolve' to get in shape or lose weight. And this is entirely because they have the most impact on me. If someone decides to quit tobacco, unless they are preaching at me about tobacco they don't really affect me. But the 'get in shape' resolutionaries....bleh! They make a nuisance out of themselves at the gym for anywhere from 2 days to 6 weeks, though 3 weeks seems to be about the average.

I go to the gym VERY early in the morning. Part of that is so that I don't have to deal with attentionwhoring twatmonsters, but another part is because I really don't like having to wait on someone else to finish using a bench, someone who most likely will not clean their sweat off of it but also won't re-rack their weights. Or who will use a bench for a minute, leave their weights on the bar, then go use the treadmill for 20 minutes or something, then come back and want to use the bench and act like YOU are the asshole because you put their weights back and started using it yourself. Excuse the fuck outta me?

Normally I manage to avoid these types by going so early. But not when it's resolutionary season.

Self-improvement is great. Getting yourself into shape (other than 'round') is a good thing. But for the love of all that's good and holy, please do some self-reflection periodically throughout the year and make improvements as they come to mind. This shit of waiting until January 1st is for the birds. It's not hunting season, there is no specified time you must start.

Don't be a resolutionary. Just don't.

Stay single, my friends.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Try doing this if you're enslaved in a relationshit

I recently got back from a little road trip.

On Christmas day, I was texting a buddy of mine in CA. My brother was hanging out with me, and asked if I was talking to my friend from California. I said yes, and my brother said "We should hang out with him". And my friend said there were a couple couches not being used at his place.

So around noon the next day (I do need to sleep sometimes), we threw some stuff in the car and took off. Monday morning, we drove home. It's about a 16 hour drive, assuming you don't stop for gas or food. So let's just round to about 18 hours. At least.

And the reason we were able to just hop in the car and drive a thousand miles to hang out for three days? Neither of us is enslaved to a female. He messes around with them from time to time, but managed to get out of his last relationshit with his skin intact, though he has a new understanding of how psychotically batshit crazy women are. And I, well, aside from my friend from high school that I hung out with for a few hours at her place one day in November, I haven't talked to one that wasn't a waitress or store clerk since July. So there is no gash trying to dominate the time of either of us, and I've managed to save enough of my pay that I can take a few months off and still pay my bills, and everything over that is basically fun money. If I want to take a road trip, for example....

No stress. No drama. Absolute freedom to do what you want, when you want.

Sometimes I ask myself why I ever lived my life the blue pill way. And then I remember the power of propaganda and conditioning. And I shudder to think that I was once among the slaves. Life is infinitely better now. Happier. Actually enjoyable.

I'm not usually a shutterbug, but I do snap a pic from time to time, so I'll end this with one of the few pics I took on my trip.