Sometimes it’s necessary to inform others that I do not suffer fools lightly. Nothing personal.
There is a certain notoriety in holding a minority, hard-line viewpoint, but my guts are not here for anyone to love. I’m sure if I just blithely and vapidly followed the mainstream in my social and political views I’d have a lot more friends, but in my mind, a lot less personal integrity. As far as friends go, I’ll take quality over quantity any time. If my views serve to “cull the herd,” so be it. I don’t need, nor do I desire, much social interaction, so when I do interact with people I want those interactions to count. If I’ve challenged your thought processes, contradicted your world view, shocked or appalled you, offended you, or perhaps even broadened your vocabulary, so be it. My inciteful mission moves
forward ahead (thank you, Obama, for ruining what used to be a perfectly acceptable word by using it as the slogan for your crappy, and hopefully unsuccessful re-election campaign.) “Forward” indeed – over which cliff? The Grand friggin’ Canyon?
For what it’s worth, you can probably find Obama on the golf course.
Granted, I’m no poster child for the goody-goody crowd. I have my flaws, but I have to live honestly the best way I know how. I’m not going to pretend to be something I’m not. I’m not out to impress anyone, sway anyone to my point of view, or any of that noise. For the most part this blog is for me, a place for good or ill, to speak my mind, organize my thoughts (easier said than done, that) and just plain sound off.
I learned many years ago that I’m not wired to please too many people. I have a hard time pleasing myself (no, not that type of pleasing, pervert) in that I’m an incorrigible perfectionist, as well as I’ve got quite a flaming type-A personality. I have absolutely no patience. I’m into the instant gratification thing, believe that. I buy things online (often) because I loathe actual shopping in stores, and then get impatient when I order something from the west coast and it takes me a week or more to get it.
This is what I used to get so pissed at Steve-o for doing. Wash the damned pants already. Or buy some new ones. Go to the thrift store if you must.
I have even less tolerance than patience. I try, I really do, but today my tolerance is whisper-thin. I’m being bombarded by bad country music blared from two points (and different stations, no less) in the room. Dueling freaking banjos, oh holy shit- if only it were just banjos and not that horrible caterwauling that country artists call “singing.” I do have good music on the MP3 player in the headphones to try to cancel it out, but I can still hear the oat opera and it’s damned annoying. Then to add insult to injury, I’m trying to concentrate on getting my paperwork done, but it’s rather difficult to concentrate when I’m sitting next to our very own office freaking Typhoid Mary, who has been hacking up pieces of lung and snorting about all morning, like I need contagion on top of noise pollution. And she’s one of the bad country music blarers, to boot.
I’m just not a big fan of communicable disease. Especially the respiratory ones. Been there, done that, way too freaking much.
Maybe I’m just being petty and mean and I really shouldn’t be like that, but dammit, we don’t need any diseases running through here. Then people call off, and by that time, even though I usually end up being sicker than Jerry Sandusky at a Boy Scout Jamboree, (only not in quite the same way) since I’ve lingered on and done everyone else’s shit while they try to recover, I can’t call off. If you’re going to hack and cough, take some damned shit to control your snorting and snots, and don’t get pissed when I Lysol the hell out of your area, and my own, to try to keep the germs from infiltrating my space.
Did I mention- I’m very user UN-friendly?
I know I can be the High Queen Bitch of all I survey, and today is sort of one of those days. I’m trying so hard to be nice that it’s actually pissing me off, and that’s never a good sign. It’s even more funny when I hit the random scramble on the MP3 player and I get:
“Sympathy for the Devil”- the Rolling Stones
“Gold Dust Woman”- Fleetwood Mac
“Skating Away on the Thin Ice of a New Day”- Jethro Tull
Ian Anderson is way cool though. You gotta admire a guy who can stand on one leg and play the flute- in a rock setting no less.
Even a random sampling on an electronic device seems to reflect my angst today. I shouldn’t be pissy about anything, and I shouldn’t let trivial things overwhelm. But I do. Yes, I did take my meds today, but today is one of those days when I wish it was OK to mistake Bailey’s for coffee creamer.
3 thoughts on “Not the Queen of the Popularity Parade, and My Guts are Not Here for You to Love”
Hopefully your day will improve. Myself, I can’t drink alcohol any earlier than 7 or 8 PM, ’cause it ruins me for the day. In fact, my waking brain is so delicate that even the sweet, sweet cheeba is usually a no-go before 11:00 AM–the caffeine must take hold first.
I tend to avoid political discussions with people, particularly when I’m working in a public place (I’m self-employed, but I sometimes work in an insurance office for a week at a time). Although I don’t express opinions which are not my own, people I’m talking to tend to have the idea that my politics are similar to their own. I’m not sure why–maybe it’s a subconscious salesman trick that I do.
I hope your sickie co-worker doesn’t pass the blickey on to you. Not cool.
I don’t make it a point (other than in my own personal commentary here) to get hot and heavy into political discussion- and then only here and there. If I am asked face to face I will share- but generally I try to just get along. I don’t necessarily want everyone to agree with me, otherwise debate would be rather boring.
If you have to deal with the general public and you make your living on selling, you don’t want to engage people with the controversial, you want to sell them on your product.
I should have more sympathy for the ill, but for me, once something like a head cold takes hold it generally turns into Something Much Worse, i.e. a sinus infection, bronchitis, or pneumonia, none of which are enjoyable and all of which cost me time, misery and money. I am taking my vitamins and spraying the Lysol whenever she leaves her seat.
Only tangentially related to this subject, I just got taken out in a big way for 24 hours by influenza, most likely either contracted at the Wiggles’ concert, or subsequently at Chuck E. Cheese, both bacteria factories.