It bums me out dude, or dudette.
I don’t want to expound on my past history, things that are happening around the world and here at home.
Not only am I ill qualified to speak on politics, religion, foreign policies of the US or other countries in relation to the US, social and racial platforms and/or most anything that stirs the soul of the typical Homo Sapiens that lives to wrap themselves in the quadratic cess-pots of fear-mongering;
I really don’t care.
I guess I must only care about what I think i can have an effect on….
Is that bad…?
I don’t mean “Not care” in the sense of the homeless, starving, unemployed, abused, addicted, soldiers that are in harm’s way and such et cetera and so on…
Sometimes I care too much, but what can I do?
Sometimes I actually buy into this shit….but what can I do?
I, like many other good people on this planet, donate to charities, give a few dollars to the guy/gal standing at an intersection who will “Work for Food” and just try to do whatever I can to help someone out the best that I am able to.
The literal “Shirt off of my back”…
I just wish I had more shirts….
I’m not going to say which charities I donate to because that takes away from the intent and reason that I do it.
I do it for the charities, and I do it for me because it makes me feel good.
Does it make a difference?
Maybe not in a world view, but in mine….? When I feel good about myself I am more positive about life in general and positive people make a difference, or at least we actually try to.
I wish I was better educated so that I could express myself more eloquently.
I wish my attention span lasted more than 30 minutes.
I wish I could mope around in a camel hair skirt, put ashes on my head and wave a sign around telling everyone that accidentally makes eye contact with me that the world is going to end.
No one’s listening though.
Seriously….next time y’all are out and about, walking thru a mall or down the street, try and make eye contact with anyone you pass and say “Hi” or “Good Morning” or whatever.
See what happens….
Do the math…..
People would rather look at the ground as they pass you.
They will avert their gaze to a point just behind you or to the side.
The good interactions between us are dying.
They’ll probably think you’re mentally unstable, are trying to sell them something or talk to them about your religious affiliations or your deity of choice for that month.
You can’t just say “Hi” anymore…..and actually mean it.
I’m starting to make myself depressed….
That’s why I hate talking or writing about such things.
What can “I” do?
What can anybody do?
I really can’t honestly tell you….
Do your best?
There is a nice lady whose blog I follow named Inavukic
She writes and reports about events on and around Croatia.
Do you remember Croatia?
I didn’t, well I knew it existed.
I knew there had been “another” war there a few years back.
I knew there had been accusations and prosecutions of genocide and war criminals.
I knew what most people were aware of who watched the news, read the papers or surf the internet.
But I had forgotten about it, or worse….I didn’t really care what in the hell happened there.
I was wrong.
People like Inavukic make a difference for me.
They are “The boots on the ground” so to say.
There are so many intelligent, gifted people in this blog world of ours that keep the rest of us informed, enlightened and hopeful.
I wish that all I had to do was read and learn…..
But I have to “Work for food….”
I have to prevent becoming a statistic.
I have to support the charities that make me feel good.
I have to enjoy my own little slice of life, but only if it’s low in carbs and sugar.
Where there are true human beings….
There is still truth…
There is still “the craft”….
There is and always will be….hope, when people still care and can look life in the eyes.
I’m sorry that this post sounds a little sad.
I apologize that I succumbed to the need to express opinions on things I hate to opinionate on….
If only ONE person had said “Hi” back to me this morning and looked me in the eye, I never would have thought the human species was doomed.
Make an effort to get people to look at you when you say “Hi” and respond in kind….
Hell, if you get a smile in return….
Make sure and say it loud enough that they can’t ignore you.
If it takes walking thru the streets in an overcoat and flashing your “beans” at them….Oh well…..
Well, that’s a little drastic, but the points the same.
Why do we have to shock people to get their attention?
Isn’t there enough shock in the world?
Okay….Piss on this depressing chain of thoughts!
Back to what I do!
I’m not gonna let a few people influence my mood or ruin my day….
Thank god for coffee.
Here’s an old joke that I re-worked in mine own image:
One sunny day, I went down to the beach and asked my buddy how he was always surrounded by so many beautiful girls.
“Ancient Chinese secret” he laughed…”I take a potato and shove it into my trunks and they come running!”
I was impressed at the simplicity of it, but dubious…I retorted, “Hell, That’s no secret, but when I did it they kicked sand on me and sprayed me with mace”…
My friend said “It’d probably work better if you put the tater in the front of your trunks”
I know it’s Tuesday….