Going for Seconds....

I don't think there is a human on this planet that hasn't had regrets about a decision they've made. I've had more than I wish to divulge. I don't know what causes it, but usually after a while we tend to look at things differently. Maybe we realize we acted foolishly, maybe we start to understand the other point of view. Who knows? Either way, we have made a decision, and we can either try to fix it, or worry and contemplate that decision for the rest of our lives.

I'm not a fan of dragging shit along.

I'm not a great person, and I have never claimed to be one. I have a multitude of faults. But I think I'm a decent person.

I'm in too bad of a mood to write more.
-B-

You Have to Read This....(My best work ever)

I really felt a need and a want to write tonight, but I couldn't think of anything to write about. So... uh... thanks for showing up, I guess.

-B-

Animals....

I don't understand the hostility that is inherent in today's society. Apparently, if someone cuts you off in traffic, they need to be shot. If someone starts dating your ex, they need to be shot. If someone keeps a library book out past its due date, beat his ass down in an alley. WTF?

I guess most of it comes from anger. But it's an internal anger. Why are you mad at the world? Obviously, something is eating away at you that has nothing to do with the conflict at hand. That, or something you dealt with as a child, which would also count as something you're dealing with. Why not address that problem?

Granted, I have no qualms with ending someone that threatens me or my loved ones, and I have the means to do so. But I won't over petty bullshit.

Disagreements at the bar, business failures and traffic difficulties just aren't worth it. The only time someone should accept violence as an appropriate measure, is when violence is thrown upon them.

Like a wise man once told me, "I don't want to hear about you starting fights, but if someone else does, you better finish it."

In a world where the food we eat, with all the chemicals, is killing us. The air we breathe is killing us. Genetics are killing us. Al Gore's "System of Tubes" is telling us the ice caps are melting and killing us. And yet we keep killing each other. Over parking spaces. Over family honor. Over dick size. Fuck it. We need to grow the hell up and realize that we are one in the same. A species. And species don't last forever.

Get over the racial shit, the sexual orientation shit, and all the rest of the political BS. Be a human, and accept all the other humans.

The dinosaurs were supposedly extinguished by an asteroid/comet. We will be extinguished by ourselves if we don't grow up and accept shit.

Fuck the drama, screw the bullshit, just live life day to day, and handle shit as it comes to you. Get over the hatred and drama you've been taught. Oh shit! Someone cut you off on the freeway, but in 5 minutes, it won't matter. Anger is temporary.

I've been angry and wanting violence multiple times in my life. Fortunately, I only acted on it a few times. Now, I'm glad I didn't more often.

But, like I said before, if someone brings violence to my doorsteps (threatens my family or loved ones), I will end them. Slowly. There are times when it is acceptable.

I've rambled on for too long and I doubt most readers have made it this far. I'm done for tonight.

Goodnight/Good Day / whatever...
-B-

"Funny... she doesn't look Druish" -- Barf

Handling Life As It Comes...

The last few weeks/months have been an interesting time for me. I've learned some, dealt with some, and avoided some. I'd go into detail if I felt it was necessary or relevant, but just the fact that I've been dealing with stuff should be enough.

Mostly work related. It is the biggest cause of stress on my life lately.

Trying to get my life squared away. Trying to bring meaning to my existence.My job is causing a setback.  I do a damn good job fixing the machines that make aircraft parts. Stuff that keeps planes in the sky. I take a lot of pride in it, and the work ethic/principles I learned from my father make sure I do the best job I can. Most of the stuff we make, I can't talk about, but I do my damndest to make sure the machine makes it right. And too many people these days (my bosses/co-workers) just want to fix it fast. The 'Just get it done' attitude. Whatever happened to pride in your work?  Caring for the people that might be affected? Nah, it's all about getting it done fast, under budget, and away from corporate scrutiny. I don't do that shit. I do it right.

I understand the whole 'Time is Money' theory, but that theory is only applicable to those who are interested in the money, and not the product they sell. Money should come second. Because, if you sell quality, the money will come. If I wanted an engine rebuilt, I could pay the gas station on the corner $200 and have it in a week, or I could pay a pro $1000 and have it in a month. Which would you place more trust in?

I deal with this all the time. I get told to take my time to do it right, then get asked every 15 minutes "How much longer?" So I tell them I will let them know when I'm done. 10 min later "How much longer?"

I love my job, and what I do, but between the people I work around or with, I'm not sure the corporate job world is for me. I've suggested changes, but I am but an ant among giants. I'm not expecting any of that to happen.

So, the next time an unshaven handsome dude with shaggy hair asks if you want fries with your order, it might be me so say yes.

I'm done tonight. Goodnight / Good Day
-B-

"Be true to your work, your word, and your friend." -- Henry David Thoreau