Warning: Hardcore Rudity

I've come to the conclusion that people are vile creatures. There are so few in the world willing to lay down their petty differences and get along. Today I witnessed a woman ( older teenager no doubt) literally push another person, a complete stranger in fact, out of the way to get passed her instead of simply saying "excuse me".  Not only did she shove her and the door to the drink cooler out of the way.  The woman who was pushed was not so much incomplete shock, as I was. She seemed like she was used to that behavior, as if she expected someone to force her aside as the vandal got away.

It's days like this that I remember where I come from. The good ol' deep south. Where the people and the places are slower. People do not act like raging morons, at least in not the numbers that I see here in Connecticut. I often wish I could just drop everything and move back. But alas, commitments and responsibility keep be changed to this most ridiculous of locations. Its been far too long since I've been back, and I am home sick. But not just for Louisiana,  but for Pennsylvania, where I spent a lot of time growing up. I never realized how seriously rude and obnoxious people are in New England. (Oh, if you didn't like that statement, you should probably stop reading.)

The service industry here is all about...me me me me, and never the customer. I remember a particular time when Emma and I were getting her wedding band sized. The girl at the jewelry store was not very sociable and not cutaneous at all. Just outright mean because she was wasting time on something where she wasn't going to get a commission. She treated us like dirt, like we were not fit to be there. But I figured she had a bad day or something so I thought nothing of it. After a month, (Note: we were told to expect a call in two weeks when the ring had been returned.) we took a ride to the store wondering what happen to our ring. When we arrived, we asked the same girl as before where it was. She let out a dramatic sigh and pulled it out of drawer, bounced it across the case and abruptly barked "Here!" before shoving papers at us to sign. She didn't bother to ask us what we thought or whether the ring even fit, let alone ask us for ID. Its just bad business, if anything else.

Am I the only one? Am I the only person to see this going on here in CT? Or is this just some twisted way of life here. Don't get it, not at all. It's not like there isn't rude people anywhere but in Hartford Connecticut  but its not so prevalent, at least not where I've been.  I do not approve.  Think that's bad? Try driving on the roads here. Consider this: Your sitting at home all alone, having a wonderful day, but your thirsty, thirsty for milk, you go to the fridge, BUM BUM BAH! There is none. "Oh well " you think. That's not going to ruin your day, right. But wait, you live in CT. You just might die on the way to the grocery store. Luckily you make it to your car safely but only narrowly, as someone almost ran you over as you got to the car door. "BLAST!" you yell as you notice the smooth black paint of your new car tarnished with wonderful little dimple right above the handle. Also you take note of the green paint that is where wound is, the same color of the turd on wheels that is obviously way too close to your own ride. "Meh" you think, you can get over it. You pull out of your driveway and into the raging river that is the street.  Cars beep at you as you cautiously drive the speed limit in a town full of pedestrians . The lady in the gas guzzling SUV behind you is screaming into the windshield with her hands in the air, her face red with rage. The SUV then flys by with the angry lady with her flipping you off as she lays on the horn. You rub the bridge of your nose as the stress is starting to get to you  but you've made it to the grocery store. "Soon milk, soon." You think as you pull into the parking lot of your nearest Big Y,  the grocery store where the High upper middle class, the upper middle class, high middle class, middle middle class, lower middle class, and the lower class, aren't so usually brave enough to venture. You think "Milk cant be that expensive can it?" Sadly you are incorrect. Upon entering you are, instantaneously out of place. Men and women are shopping in business suits and fur coats.  You journey to the cold section where you find the Milk. "FINALLY!" you reach into the cooler and pull out a jug. The label  says "Organic Milk. $8.99." You mutter, "Screw it " because you can taste it already. You walk past numerous millionaires and billionaire and make it to the counter, when you pull out a ten dollar bill to pay for your nine dollar milk the cashier starts laughing at you because your not using an american express. " Po' folk aint normally comin' in heeyuh"  the cashier says as he takes your cash. "Wait? wheres he from?Did i just imagine that?" you think as you stare at him. But he does nothing not even puts your nine dollar milk in a silk bag. Baring another near death experience or two, you make it home, but only narrowly. You almost make it to the kitchen but you twist that top off and take a swing. Making a face in disgust, you realize just bought organic skim milk. The next thing you know, You've morphed into a conneticutican.

The moral of the story, don't drink the milk, or the water, in fact  don't come to Connecticut  I am convinced its where the zombie apocalypse will start here. Its only a matter of time.

I give you... My mind.

So, this is my first post here. I am not usually not into sharing my ideas or thoughts but today was a rough day and need to vent a bit. Beyond that I was inspired to start my own blog by the whimsical mind of Ms. Schquita, who has a good heart and a vile sense of humor, that is more easily expressed in group setting, or blogger, much like myself.

I once wrote a blog about how upside down the world appeared to me. It was called WTF? or FTW? However I lost interest in pointing out the oddities of the worlds inhabitants and realized that no one was reading it, so I stopped.  Now I am back, and not a single crap will be given, zero craps. I'll try to be less vulgar but I may or may not care at the time of writing, so bare with me. A long time ago someone credited with a "gift of writing" since then I've written several short stories and am currently working on something that I've been imagining doing since college, a full scale novel. However I have come to the realization that I am very scatterbrained. I come up with good ideas that do not translate well into story, however my imagination seems pretty legitimate. So you may or may not see that pop up in here a time or two. I just wanted to give forewarning. I like attention.

But enough about that, I want to get to the point of this blog. The real reason I want to start writing is that I want to expose some things that I see and observe in my everyday interaction with friends, family, and more intently, society. If often question the world around me in my own point of view, and then the view of others. Which brings me to a question that I've asked myself numerous times, where do I fit into this world, this rock we call a planet. I am neither popular, nor unpopular. I am a pretty average American. (or at least what I consider to be average). I am fairly honest, yet I can be a master of deceit  I do not like to lose and I cannot stand to be cheated, even though my wife thinks that I cheat at board games #Catan.  I can read people pretty well, and I like to think that I can see the future. Not literally the future, but pieces  like if you tell me you'll be a millionaire, I'll say no because you have an alcohol addiction and will spend all your money on hookers and beer. I tend to judge others for what they are, and what they do. I try not to confront people directly has it often winds up hurting other people's feelings but I am not afraid to if necessary  I also like to think that I am  a caring and generous person. Others might not feel that way but screw them (remember zero f***s given.). I tend to keep my feelings between myself and my wonderful wife who I feel could have done a lot better than me. So where does that put me in the rankings of people in the world.... again, average.  You can tell about a person by their eyes, so always look at someone in the eye when they are speaking.

The point of this blog is for me to write my observations of the world and the insane people in the world (I'm talking to you Conneticuticans) as well as their hate and love for each other. The way I see the world is like this: Everyone hates each other, in one way or another, there's something about someone you hate. However that person is there for some reason. Some reason that cannot be explained, but can be observed. You might question why I am writing this and say that it is pointless, but in one form or another this hopefully will change someone's feelings about something, make them understand something, or hopefully demudify the waters. If I somehow reach one person, than this blog has a point, purpose, and reason. Yes I just made up a word.

I want to point out that my job is not to ramble on here, but it is without a doubt to point out the idiocy in this world we live in. Report on great things in human movements, and wag my finger at those who try and stop those movements. We must take two steps forward, then repeat , repeat, repeat. Let us not dwell on failure, but move forward in an attempt, no guarantee, of human excellence.

We live in a world where this is but the only truth : Nothing is true, and every thing is permitted.

Yes, this was a little under-structured for a first post, but I promise I'll keep to topics as they are presented.