I love it when people post
whatever they want regardless of who it may offend, expect nothing but support,
then get all upset should I post something they don’t understand or like. Well,
just for the record, never again will I explain or defend anything I post. You
post what you want. I’ll post what I want. And yes, this time you’re correct in
assuming I’m talking about you, and while I will always love and support you, I
have just as much right to be myself as you do, and well, you know who you are.
;-)
The above paragraph is not
only very true but is something I posted publicly on Facebook as well as on
Blogger. Just letting people know where I stand without any hard feelings of
any kind. I just get tired of the dual standards at times. I’m expected to just
smile, support and accept what others do while they call me out when I speak my
own mind about whatever and that’s just wrong. It’s selfish. It’s unfair. And I
have zero tolerance for one-sided relationships of any kind.
There are some people that I
will always love but I definitely don’t always like them. I understand that we
all have faults and no one’s perfect, but hey, you can’t expect to be
hypocritical and judgmental of others and for everyone to be okay with that because
some of us aren’t. I know I’m not. My Facebook account is not only my Facebook
account and while I never include sensitive info, my journal is also my
journal. If I’ve got something to say in my accounts, I’ll say it. So should
others in their accounts WITHOUT questioning the rights of others to do the
very same thing in their accounts. :-)
I have gone over and over
again in my mind whether or not I should wish Tammy a happy birthday and happy
anniversary on Facebook later this week but then decided against it because she
hasn’t responded to my last message. She and her fat brats are just too
selfish, narcissistic, aggressive, emotional, paranoid, not always very bright,
and I don’t want or need that kind of drama in my life. Just like with Andy, I
feel there is more negative to positive to being connected with them, and I
would rather let that positive go in order to avoid the negative. If they
contact me and want to talk, though, then fine. It could be that she hasn’t
responded because she’s been sick…as usual.
Interesting info from Bob
just now. Do he and Virginia have an enemy or something? I saw him walking out
back with his coffee when I went to see what was going on down the street. I
asked him if they were replacing the cobblestone and he said he didn’t know. I
told him I still can’t believe how much goes on here and then he reached into a
bush just beyond where his garage is and said, “Who the hell is breaking these
off?”
Apparently, someone’s been
going around breaking off branches to one of their bushes. They appeared to
have been cut off. He pulled out three of them. Knowing how well he keeps up on
his place, they certainly weren’t sticking out into the road so it makes me
wonder if they pissed someone off because who would take the time to pick on
just that one bush? If they’re picking on others of theirs, I don’t know. If
someone is targeting them that would be an ideal bush to pick on because they
can’t see back there as easily.
I didn’t find anything funny-looking
within our stuff. It just looks bad as usual. Half dead, overgrown shit that we
usually have.
I was telling him about Tom’s
ear and he said he finally broke down and got hearing aids a while back and I
said I would love to trade with them. He laughed and asked if I like tomatoes.
He said they’re ripening funny this year and he’ll give me a few over the next
few days. I guess they’re half-ripe or something.
It’ll be interesting to get
Tom’s take on the branch cutting. Definitely didn’t look like they would fall
off and they definitely appeared to be cut. They wouldn’t need a saw to do it.
Not sure they could be broken off by hand but pruning shears would do it. I’m
not only curious but hoping there’s no senile nutjob doing this that is going
to work on our place next, although unlike him, we could use the pruning!
So I talked to Mr. Twenties
during the chaos and this isn’t just about filling in sinkholes. Comcast fucked
up just like I said they would and knew they would so I could be cursed with
having to listen to repairs. They cut some sewer lines and that’s why
Roto-Rooter has been around. So it’s a complex situation. I’m sure they’re
fucking up the repairs too and that in less than a month I’ll have to listen to
this shit all over again. Thank God I’m not trying to sleep now because even
with the earbud I would think the vibration would wake me up.
So Jon tells me he’s no
longer doing Facebook much because of the way they’re spying on its users. He
also complains about selecting not to be tracked yet his browsers track him
anyway. As I told him, I don’t care who knows what I do online. Then he says,
“I’ve got three strikes against me. I’m a vet. I’m a Christian. And I’m a
conservative.”
I guess in his mind he feels
this will set him up to be harassed in some way. I joked with him and said well
I’ve got marks against me, too. I’m liberal and my family was Jewish. Then he
went into this whole speech about how special Jews are and that’s why they’ve
been persecuted so much. I guess people are jealous of us Jews that are born
with one ear, to bitches like my mother, get to be a ward of the state, get to
go through poverty, be sexually hexed, develop annoying and incurable diseases,
and have the ultimate sleep curse from hell. Yes, do persecute me for that. I
deserve it if I’m going to be that special. rolls eyes
He feels the same way as far
as blacks and Muslims go though admits that he has known some blacks who were
wonderful. Yeah, I’ve known a few as well. It’s just that the pit bulls far
outnumber the Basenjis.
They finally got the bastard
that ran him over. He says he’s in jail and will never be able to drive again.
They’re awaiting trial. I’m happy for him but couldn’t help but feel a touch of
sadness for myself in that I know that had I been the victim, they would still
be running around out there never to be held accountable.
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