Imagine the Power

Hello Virtual Readers!

A heartfelt hello and how the fuck are you?

It seems that one never knows what will get the creative juices flowing. I understand that this shit could never be confused with creative but you take my meaning, right?

I'm sure, if you've lived longer than a snot-nosed millennial, you've encountered a situation so bizarre that it could only leave you shaking your head and wondering how some people can be so vapid. This ugliness can raise it's oversized, bloated head in damn near any given situation. It could happen at the grocery store, doctor's office, Walmart or most likely the place you go every day and they give you money. Some people call it work. Other people take their small cog in the great machine waaaaayyyyy to seriously. Often times, way too often, people mistake what they do for who they are, and in small cases, some people really are what they do. Although I don't know that douche bag is an actual occupation. Others think that what they have, a big house, a new car, money and materials makes them who they are. Or worse yet, better than those who don't have those things. There are still others, who think that their looks are what makes them a cut above those favoured with the everyday look of a human being. Now where this gets really absurd, like it hasn't achieved this status already, some people are afflicted with all three of these ridiculous ideas. So overinflated that they really can't see the forest for the trees. So self-important that making any decision can only be the right decision. There is no reasoning, there is no ability to employ logic, there is no discussion because they have decided that this is the way it will be. When in actual fact they have no power in this process whatsoever. A knee-jerk decision to flex a muscle they think they have when in reality, it is perceived. A perception that has become so solidified in their minds that it has seemingly become a part of who they are. They now identify with this perception as if it is actual reality. The thought that everything, their very existence, is fleeting, never seems to cross their minds. Under the guise of concern and well being for others or just out and out dickishness, they exert their perceived position of power. Wield it like the Grim Reaper bringing in the human soul harvest as if the devil is on his/her reaping heals. Too much? I can never tell. So what to do about this phenomenon. Nothing would be my answer. It can't be reasoned with, the decision is final after all. Oh, there may be an appeal process. A process so fraught with tedium that you may just want to give up, lay down, and wait for the harvester of souls sweet release. Whatever you decide to do, keep in mind that this too shall pass. Even the worst offenders of this, at some point, find out that the only thing they own is their actions. That if a mistake is made then own it, apologize, change behaviours and move on. Because in reality, everyone else has moved on. If a choice is made to follow the idiocy of a bad decision? That's okay too because it is all about what you carry and what you let go. To err is human, to ignore is divine. And most importantly, there is no arguing with fools, there is only suffering them. Or not.

AW "We're so fucked. Shit out of luck. Hardwired to self-destruct." - Metallica