Random Rants XVI: Whambulance Dispatch Center

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Come to think of it, I hate cars. I hate how there's always one person in a five seat car. i hate how angry people get in traffic, i hate parking, i hate the idea and reality of paying for fuel, I hate how lonely and oppositional driving is, i hate large parking lots that ruin the skyline, i hate large thoroughfares that divide whole communities in two, i hate sitting down for so long during the day, i hate passing through somewhere instead of being there, i hate large investments that only lose value and I hate pollution.

One of my buses goes through aorta of the poorest, dirtiest, most drug-riddled neighbourhood in the nation and i have had no problems. So the lesson is: If you can take the bus, do!

Meh. Buses are uglier, they stink, they use the same roads cars do. Only thing I find a bit annoying about cars is to think how much resources we use, how we need big huge machines, for the simple act of getting from one place to another in our day. I've thought of just walking to school a few days, but I have no long it'd take, it's about 15 miles away, and through really crappy areas, though at least on a major road obviously.
 
Meh. Buses are uglier, they stink, they use the same roads cars do. Only thing I find a bit annoying about cars is to think how much resources we use, how we need big huge machines, for the simple act of getting from one place to another in our day. I've thought of just walking to school a few days, but I have no long it'd take, it's about 15 miles away, and through really crappy areas, though at least on a major road obviously.

Get a bike. Good workout, good time saver, cheap as hell.
 
While I do think that Europe has a problem with its Muslim immigrant population, I wish my mother would stop constantly bringing them up in conversations with our mutual acquaintances, comparing them to invading Barbarian hordes (with the implication that Europe is Western Roman Empire). Come on, hysterical much?

That got worse today, when she brought up that subject with a certain acquaintance, who agreed with her on these horrible barbaric Muslims being the ultimate demise of Europe, but said that the Western society deserves it anyway, because it's nothing but a police state with the brutish tyrannical rule of public option and the press (sic), and that's why Western tourists are so unmannered overboard, where they can relax from the tyrannical brutality of their regimes, as compared to the Russian ones. I'm currently sick from the stupid.
 
After mowing the front lawn, I looked at the landscaping and realized that one of our evergreen bushes was heavily obscuring the house number - a situation which probably violates a municipal code or something. I had in fact been aware of the situation for a while, and now that I had the time, decided to do something about it. I asked my mom if I could trim it down to reveal the address, and she agreed.

Fine, I thought. I grabbed a saw, a mini-chainsaw, a stepstool, and got to work. I used the mini-chainsaw to cut through the thinner branches, the saw to cut through the thicker ones, and after about an hour I had achieved a glorified green half-corn-on-the-cob shape. Relatively pleased with my effort, I asked my mom to check it out.

Her first response was a shriek, the second a glare, the third a slightly strained laugh.

Turns out that my parents had intended to leave symmetry between that bush and another, it had taken 8 years to achieve, and I had just removed it all. And, she had misunderstood my intention, thinking I was going to take out some weeds near the mailbox.

So, when I'm 23 and come back to the house for a visit, there's a chance some symmetry may have returned.
 
Cut down the other bush, too. They will then be symmetrical.
 
Yeah! Ugly, but symmetrical.
 
A lot of little things are adding up to make me annoyed.
 
Lone Wolf said:
While I do think that Europe has a problem with its Muslim immigrant population, I wish my mother would stop constantly bringing them up in conversations with our mutual acquaintances, comparing them to invading Barbarian hordes (with the implication that Europe is Western Roman Empire). Come on, hysterical much?

Russians are the original screaming horde!
 
Thunder and lighting! I don't mind the rain, but thunder and lighting, no siree.
 
I'm really starting to second guess my decision to end my relationship. What's really gotten to me is something she said during the breakup conversation, that I was really blindsiding her with this and she never saw it coming. She's right. I made almost no effort to address any of the problems we were having, and simply drew the conclusion that they were irreparable, and thus our relationship was. I'm worrying more and more than I allowed stress to get to me, and that I forced myself into a corner I didn't have to be in. But then, my mother is right as well, that I shouldn't have to worry about whether someone will "grow out" of a habit, and that I'm probably saving pain from happening, should we try to keep going and then fall apart further down the line. But I also can't help but wonder if maybe I'm being too judging or too selfish? I don't know, these are all uncharted waters for me, I have no idea what I'm really doing, just sort of making it up as I go along. Part of me wants to take that leap into the dark, and see if I can patch things up and work out our problems, if she'll even have me back at this point. To be honest, I probably wouldn't take me back, but then I'm not in love with myself; I am in love with her. And if we were in love half as much as we thought we were, shouldn't it be easy to do something as simple as communicate?
 
That sounds like the re-return. Much weirdness can arise from that.
 
Cheezy the Wiz said:
I'm really starting to second guess my decision to end my relationship.

In all honesty, I think you've answered your question here. The only other thing I can suggest is using your vestigial speech organs to work through your problems. Good luck!
 
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