This morning on my way to work, an individual whom I happen to be familiar with, passed me. In a pregnant rollerskate. On the right. Which chapped my khaki's to begin with.
I happen to know that this angry little Frenchman (don't get worked up...I'm part French) works as a chief high mucky-muck and has an ego that might have a bit of difficulty fitting in the state of Texas, and has to drive a big red truck. Do you think maybe he's compensatin' for somethin'?
As this person passed me on the right side, slowed down, looked me square in the face and shook his head in disapproval, which, as I was not breaking the law (I used my blinkers to change lanes), or having any difficulty maintaining control of my vehicle (not speeding, not crashing into things). I felt my jaw tighten and my blood pressure get jacked up. It was NONE of his business as to what I was doing, in MY car, on MY phone. It had NOTHING to do with him. And seeing as he didn't have any blue lights on his vehicle, nor will he ever, it should have been of no concern of his.
So, sir in your little firefighter hat, I ask you this; who died, passed the keys to you, and made you the patron saint of all drivers in your inferior vehicle? Whassa mattah, your big, wed twuck bwoke? Awww...What do you expect from a Dodge?!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Why is it by doing what is right never feels right?
Why is it that when you do what is right, it hurts?
Why is it that whenever you do what is right, it hurts the people around you?
As is so often said, doing what is right isn't always easy. Surely, it is easier to ignore the given situation, to pretend it didn't happen, but by doing so, condoning the situation that was wrong to begin with.
If everyone did the things they were supposed to, and didn't do the things they weren't supposed to do, no one would be in this predicament.
Go home, hug your kids, and tell them you love them. Whether they have 4 legs or 2.