Happy New Year…is there a statue of limitations on that saying? I feel like there is. But considering the fact that I haven’t written one of these in a while, I’m going to let it slide this one time.
My God, 2025. Already a pretty interesting start to the year. With everything that’s been going on, it’s hard not to get a bit overwhelmed. The news as of lately, plus this weird polar vortex that’s been going on for the last little while are all ingredients to create some shitty moods.
What I’ll say is this.
No matter what’s going on, and no matter how shit things are looking, you’ll get through it, its all about perspective. Don’t let the news of tomorrow stop you from living today, be here, be in the moment, and live everyday loving one another.
Drake said it best: “Life is like toilet paper, you’re either on a roll or you’re taking shit from some asshole”. So be on a roll and enjoy your life.
Now that I got that off my chest. Let’s talk about me again.
Can we talk about the amount of people not following the rules? It seems that lately people either don’t know how to read or don’t know how to follow directions.
Let me explain.
I was at the grocery store a while ago and I only had to pick up a few things, hair gel (which I call “Italian-Schlack”), toothpaste, and a bag of chips for the family (because I’m a class-act). To put it into perspective, my local grocery store has 15 check-outs, 10 of which are run by a cashier, 4 of which are self-checkouts, and 1 being the express lane for people with 1-16 items. They say hindsight is 20/20, so logically, I should’ve just saved my time and gone to the self-checkout and been on my merry way. But as I’ve mentioned before, I’m a fairly lazy individual, the simplest things exhaust me. So naturally, I wanted someone else to do the work for me. Therefore, I went to the express lane, it was a short line so I decided to go there.
Before I could even get in line, a woman ran with her carriage and jumped in front of me like it was the last lap on Mario Kart. She then proceeded to unload all 18 of her items onto the conveyor belt. I’m not one to start shit, but the sign does say “1 to 16 items”, but then I hear my Italian mother and father’s voice in my head; “mind your business, don’t get yourself into any trouble”, so I bite my tongue. Plus, I assumed that the cashier would say something to her. Minutes go by and nothing is being said.
I’m sorry but if you’re in the express lane and you have more than 10 items, you’re a schmuck.
My unwritten rule is that if you got 8 items, that’s express. 10 is the limit. If you’re one of the individuals who throws 20 items onto the express line, just know that I’ve considered dropkicking you WWE-style several times in my mind.
I’ll give you another example.
I’ve been told that I’m not a great driver. Not because I’m bad at driving or because I pose a risk to society. It’s actually quite the opposite. It’s because I follow the rules and the signs.
If a sign says 60, I go 60, maybe 65 if I’m in a rush. So why is it, that when a sign says maximum 60, I have to speed up because some ass-chin in a Ford F-150 is tailgating me like I’m in the wrong. If you don’t like my speed pass me. Sorry, but I don’t think that the speed regulation signs are just there for decoration.
Not only that, but just the other day a friend of mine gave me shit because I came to a full stop at a stop sign. What is happening here??
What has the world come to? Are we no better than the beasts in the field? Where is the order? When will this carnage cease to exist?
Damn, an almost 700 word rant.
I’m back everyone, did you miss me 🙂 ?
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