Like a good number of techie-type people, I generally operate more efficiently (and with a lot less stress) when my interactions with fellow humans are simple, brief and (most importantly) few and far between. The older I get, the less tolerance I have for doling out tedious and lengthy explanations. The pisser is that it seems that the older I get, and the thinner my patience gets, the more stupid (and hence more needy of tedious and lengthy explanations) those around me seem to be.
Perhaps it sounds hard-hearted and/or arrogant of me to point out that the average person is as dumb as a post, but it’s a hard truth. I’ve said it before, and if I knew who came up with the phrase I would credit it, as credit is due: “Intelligence is a constant, the population is growing.” Unfortunately, there are days when I just don’t have it in me to smile and explain the same thing thirty different ways just so that I might have a chance of relaying some tidbit of necessary information into some dullard’s thick skull that he/she might or might not retain for more than five minutes.
It probably doesn’t help that I work in a business in which I have to engage in tedious explanations all day long. I have to explain to people why this goes with this, or why you can’t use that with that, or that such-and-such is discontinued, which means it is no longer being made. Discontinued means what it is you’re looking for is not available (unless you find someone with used or old stock) and it will never be available again. Please get that through your thick skulls, people. There’s a reason why you can’t get all-weather floor mats for an ’86 Chevette. It may have something to do with the fact that if there were a surviving ’86 Chevette in Central Ohio, it would be very unlikely to still have floors. Deal. Better yet, move up into the 21st century.
These just didn’t have the appeal of chicken nuggets apparently.
Either that or they hadn’t come up with the hot mustard sauce yet.
The problem with having to tell people that they can’t always get what they want, is that unlike MIck Jagger and company, I have to listen to the asinine reactions of the instant gratification generation when their desires are unable to be fulfilled. All Day Long. it wears on my brain.
Another thing that wears on my brain is the upcoming contingent of warm bodies emerging from (so-called) institutions of higher learning. I’ve said it for years that political correctness is poison, and that there will be hell to pay for mollycoddling and insulating kids from anything difficult or challenging. Face it, in the real world there is no medal for 12th place.
Not in my world. Or yours, either.
Now that particular dirty bird- the concept that one is “special” simply due to being vertical and metabolizing valuable oxygen- is coming home to roost, and it’s really sad. Now we have people getting all butt-hurt over any kind of controversy or discourse- and people who are unwilling to accept the truth when it’s right out in the open, if that truth reflects the fact that there are inherent inequalities between people because let’s face it, life ain’t fair.
Hypothetically, I may have had a life’s goal to be a center in the NBA. (No I didn’t, but this is a hypothetical scenario.) The only problems with that goal are the realities: 1. I am as white and Anglo-Saxon as a person can possibly be and live. 2. I have physical motor deficits. 3. I’m female. and 4. I’m 5’4″. Rather than lament that I can’t be a center in the NBA due to forces outside of my control, is it not in my best interest to choose a vocation that is better suited to my biological reality? Why should I feel compelled to change my biology or to whine and cry that it’s not fair that white, uncoordinated, short females (who really aren’t even interested in basketball) can’t be centers in the NBA?
College campuses are no longer institutions of learning, where debate and open thought are encouraged. They have become centers of artificially inflamed outrage over everything from perceived racial slurs to “gender inequality.” Hmm, last time I checked, “race” is something different cultures pretty much made up. There’s plenty of different ethnicities and colors, but only one human race. There are generally two sets of human genitalia, and you either have one or the other. It’s pretty rare (and not usually natural) to have both.
I wonder what they’re pissed about now. Most places have a “mystery gender” bathroom somewhere.
My first reaction to the “ooh, everything offends my precious little self,” is, “what kind of horse shit is this?” Then I remember my grandfather mocking the hippie generation for “going off to find themselves.” His contention was that you shouldn’t need to “find yourself” if you’re sitting right in front of your face.
“The Emperor’s New Clothes” is one of my favorite Aesop’s Fables. I’m dating myself in admitting that I ever read such archaic children’s literature (today the Aesop’s Fables collection would prove far too “damaging” to impressionable young children and their precious little self-esteems,) but there were some valuable life lessons in those stories. There were important lessons in those stories, such as, “the world doesn’t revolve around you,” and “actions have consequences.”
The emperor (and I’m not just referring to Obama, but the fact that someone of his level of extreme ineptitude and overwhelming vapidity is in a position of power and influence is an ominous sign of the times) has been stark raving naked for a long time.
Let’s call the truth the truth, and clean up the political correctness bullshit before Orwell’s visions become fulfilled in their entirety.