Lesson 12: Hey! Listen!

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Lesson 11: Way Of The Unseen Hand

Let me begin this one by stating that I despise cellphones. My wife and I went to a local well-known theme park yesterday. Teenagers: do you really need to whip out your phone that you don't pay for while you're standing in line for the roller coaster and text your best friend telling her that OMG, you're in line for the roller coaster? Pathetic. Wow, you can text in a barely decipherable language at a thumb-blistering 80 words per minute! Am I supposed to be impressed by this?

In my line of work, I see the detrimental effects of cell phone use while driving. Thousands of you out there are thinking, "Well, most people can't multi-task like I can." Newsflash: YOU CAN'T MULTI-TASK WORTH A SHIT. None of you can. Believe me. I'm sure that this morning, Mr. Multi-task himself thought he was being sooo efficient when he drifted into my lane, forcing me almost into a ditch, smashing my driver-side rear view mirror so that the glass blasted through my window and into the hand that was shielding my face. I doubt he knew anything even happened. For one, he was in a huge hick-sized truck, and for two, he was gabbing away on his beloved cellphone.

So do me a favor: Hang up.

*sigh*......now that that's over with, my wife and I had a wonderful time at the theme park. We discovered that she has a liking for margarita-flavored Hawaiian ice smoothies.

Lesson 10: What Makes Truth Hard To Take Is That Society Is Built On Lies

Before I forget, I'll be adding a links list soon. This is to be accessed at one's own risk, seeing as I have incredibly odd taste in humor. It's late, so I'm going to go to bed and edit this post later. For now, enjoy.

Edit: A few links have been added. More to come. For those interested, the Wisp link leads to my wife's blog.

Lesson 9: How To Turn Right In A Left Turn Lane

As I'm sure has been noticed, the subject matter within a post rarely is reflected by the title, or lesson, as it were. Why is this? Because I need, somewhere in my life, a place where things don't make sense and it's ok. I started a blog so that I could have a space on the internet where I can be a moron, and it's fine. Because God forbid you do that anywhere else. See, I've reached that crossroads now, where I have the option of becoming and maintaining a responsible, well-mannered, all-american citizen, or whether to slide back to being a comfortable, self-centered, under-achieving asshole. Yeah, I know. That answer should be a obvious as the choice between ice cream or death. (I should tell you, I am no advocate to the frozen abomination) But apparently it's a more difficult decision than that. No, I'm not going to get religious, here. The Jesus Cannon remains lovingly tucked away, reserved for more dire usage. It's just that I want so badly to become the living embodiment of my potential as a human being, a person, an employee, a father and husband. (To allay any questions forthwith: I have no children. When we have them, you will be informed of it. Do not ask. And don't worry about Big Leon back there with the baseball bat...If you'll spare me the questions, he'll spare you your knees. Capiche?)
But at the same time I want to not care. I wish I could just be whatever I feel like, and let the world screw itself. Much to my joy, though, the responsibility seems to be winning out, albeit slowly.

On a mostly unrelated note: My father visited this weekend. I got to see both my parents in the space of about a week. And my siblings and their respective families. It was good to connect again. Not sure when I'll blip back off the radar, but whenever I do, I'll surface again. I always will.

Lesson 8: Because Sometimes You've Had Enough For A While

Wheeeee, going on hiatus for an indefinite amount of time. Just figured I'd do the courteous thing and keep you all in the loop. Later.