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Two pet peeves came into focus today. First, I loathe hearing someone say “let’s have fun!,” or “we’re going to have fun!” because it pretty much ensures that fun will not be had. This came into focus earlier tonight when I got an email from an organization leader I’m part of whom was referring to an upcoming social networking event, and this person assured all recipients of the email that we would have “fun.” Get lost.
The other pet peeve is one of those minor things in life. It’s when you’re driving home from a grocery store with food in plastic bags, and stuff begins to roll around in the trunk or floor-board in the bag. Hearing the crinkling of plastic, where every turn you make is cause for more crinkling just annoying the hell out of me.
I voted for Ron Paul yesterday. I was not old enough to vote for Reagan, so I consider this vote for Ron Paul to be my first “big” vote. It irks me that talk radio hosts, journalists, and friends alike whom share the Conservatism ideology simply will not follow Ron Paul. I tend to get the standard line, “he has the right message, but he’s not the right messenger.” But McBush is?!? Sorry, but when I hear McBush speak it is eye-glazing, uninspiring, self-righteous, estrogen-laced, mouth-breathing fodder for idiots. It’s more of the same: Modern-day Republicanism, which is actually 1960s Democrat party talk and policy. I plan on voting for the Democrat come November so that we can hopefully have 3 years of a Carter-esque president in order to give rise to refined true Conservatism.
Spent all day Monday in Chillicothe with friend Steve and Melissa, and here in southern Ohio it was a beautiful sunny day, spent mostly in the upper 60s, lower 70s. Spring fever stirred me. Having good friends on hand also stirred me. Here in Cincy our very few friends are spread out – takes a 30 minute car ride to get to someone’s house, and that just sucks. I really need to become more pro-active in making friends here in our little city. It’s not going to fall in my lap.
On my way home I called up a brother, Tobie, and we talked about our winter mentalities. Tobie is a guy that God crossed my life with when I hired him at a previous job. A true brother in Jesus; we’ve been mistaken as cousins, too, as we look sorta alike and don good-looking healthy beards. Anyway, we tend to be very transparent with each other, mostly due to the fact that he’s in another state, and we talked about how we have noticed ourselves being generally pissed a lot lately for unknown reasons. We have everything we could ever ask or want, materially, yet there is this deep-seeded anger that dwells and surfaces. Our conversation ended with the always-comforting assurance that we are not alone.
