That sums it up.
Number one rule in life: Don’t be a dick.
How difficult is that?
Apparently, it would be easier to count the grains of sand in an ant hill. Even counting the grains in a fire ant hill would be easier I’m thinking.
Shoot, taking a gallon of ocean water, waiting for it to evaporate and then counting any sea salt grains would be easier….than trying not to be a dick in to day’s world.
Being a dick, it seems, is second nature for nearly everyone. Whew, now isn’t that a relief. Except for those of us who aren’t a dick, then we’re annoyed as hell with you.
The problem it seems, stems from a singular mentality:
It’s all about me. Me. Me. Me. Me. It’s all about me. Got it? M.E.
Take driving for example.
It doesn’t matter if you are going 3 blocks to the grocery store or 15 miles to work or 100 miles for vacation. Go the speed limit, go over the speed limit or drive in the far right lane of a 4 lane highway …. it still doesn’t matter. There are Dicks to be found.
Everyone has one thing on their mind – themselves.
Some days driving home after work, it’s the driver game of Survivor. It’s all about ME. No, no, no…..really. By all means. Please. Go ahead. I was at the four way stop before you, but please, don’t wait your turn. I’m sorry, yes, go ahead and run the red light. Yes, you should definitely honk your horn as soon as the light turns green because the four cars in front of you obviously can’t get through the light fast enough. I love it when you cut me off to turn left….From. The. Right. Hand. Lane. If you could tailgate me, that would really make my day. Since all of the traffic is doing 12 mph, you trying to climb my fender just makes so much more satisfying. I like being able to see my bumperstickers in your grill.
All this before I even get out of the city!
Society has created a demand for instant gratification. Everything NOW. Impatience is rampant. Common courtesy has gone the way of common sense – right out the window.
Go to the grocery store and people will run you over with their cart. Think they’re going to share the aisle with you? Not a snowball’s chance in hell. It’s all about me and I own this aisle, go get your own aisle, bitch. Forever gone are the excuse me and pardon me moments that used to follow the moment you shoved aside someone to reach the ketchup on the top shelf.
If you come across a shopping carriage blocking the aisle, you have a decision to make. Do you move it? Do you wait impatiently? Moving it causes the owner of said cart immediately to glare at you as if you were attempting to make off with her carriage full of Double Stuffed Oreos, iceberg lettuce, bananas, single-ply butt wipe, Rocky Road ice cream and Captain Crunch cereal. If you stand there impatiently waiting, chances are she will continue to ponder for eternity which brand of ranch salad dressing to purchase….Hidden Valley or Grocery De-lite.
I’m not asking to see your license and registration. I’m asking you to share the space and move the hell over. Oh but wait, it’s all about Me. That’s right.
In produce, people can’t wait for you to get out of their way so they can get their pick of the oranges, apples, grapes and bananas. There are only so many times someone can swish open their plastic bag ….I get the hint, but you can wait your turn. It’s called patience. Give me 30 seconds, I will be out of your way. However you never see them at the pineapple, starfruit, coconut, plantains, dragon fruit and kiwis….all those exotic and sassy fruits. Instead, they’re busy thumping watermelons and squeezing cantaloupes. I’m thinking I may take up the exotics next time….I could be on to something here.
Walking down the city sidewalk. It’s the Wild Wild West. Too busy on the idiot box, which used to be the TV and now are the damn cell phones. People can’t get off them. It’s as addictive as crack. In the next 50 years, babies will probably be born with necks already bent to watch the idiot box perfectly in their hands. Put it down and pay attention people. But no. Nobody is paying attention to the world around them, regardless of the phone or not. It’s all about them. It’s the Me Bubble.
Side Note: My observation about the cell phone. People are too damn busy taking photos about the moment they’re in, so they can have a “look at me moment” to put on social media. They’re missing being in the moment.
Living in the world of NOW, patience level is nonexistent. Patience has gone the way of drive-in movies, tv dinners in tinfoil trays with the yummy apples for dessert, riding bikes without helmets, metallic wallpaper patterns, roller skates & roller rinks and Tupperware parties.
It doesn’t matter if you work in an office, school, medical center, factory, scientific institute, art and design establishment, recycling center or transportation industry.
There are days at work, when you think to yourself….
- I’m going to have to lock myself in the bathroom and beat my head against the wall before I loose my mind.
- If I wander away, would anyone notice?
- How much longer until 5:00PM?
- Did I really sign up for this?
- Who the hell are these people? They’re crazy!
- Other duties as assigned? Are you fucking kidding me?
I’m right…..I know.
It’s funny cause most of us are in the same boat. Ask anyone.
We should all be living our dream, but chances are we’re grinding it out trying to get to our dreams. In the meanwhile, we’re all trying to run each other down on the highways. Or run each other over in the grocery aisles. Better yet, trying to knock one another out at work on various levels.
We live in a singular world. It’s all about me. I have to be first. First in line. First through the door. First through the light. First with the photo. First to park. Look at me. Look at me go. Get out of my way. It’s all about me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Grocery, shopping mall, book store, coffee shop, hair salon, gas station, highway, etc.
Well, hair salons are different. There, you are being sized up. Women come in looking like they have just been rolled out of the bushes by some raccoon when they show up…hair is every which way, sweat pants and oversized shirts. Or the yoga pants and they’re obviously not doing any yoga. That’s a whole other blog. What’s with the stretch pants? Don’t get me started….
Fast forward a few hours, by the time ladies are ready to leave the salon, they depart acting like they are in a Pantene shampoo commercial. Every other woman waiting her turn to see her stylist is sizing her up as she leaves….seriously. Better do the hair flip and make it look good. Or what’s the shampoo commercial where the woman washes her hair in the airplane bathroom and acts like she had an orgasmic experience? (Of course, on several airlines now she’d probably be charged a fee for that and then arrested. Or she might be asked to do a show, who the hell knows anymore.)
The other place you don’t see people trying to run you over with the piss-headed idiot syndrome is the liquor store. Honest. Next time you go in, look at how polite everyone is to each other. They know. They get it. You are just grinding away the daily work life. The liquor store is almost like a therapy session.
“What you need?”
“We have a sale – two for one.”
“Have a good one.”
Is there any doubt why some states have liquor warehouses?
I think not.