The People Crisis

Due to some recent events, I unknowingly began to re-evaluate the world as it pertains to my situation. And as a results, I am left empowered, driven to see a positive change in the world. If you care to know why, please continue to read, and maybe we can come to a change together.
This story starts just like any other, with a begging. But see, its a special beginning, because in this beginning there is an end. The end of human decency.
I awoke to the chattering sound of my dog biting at miniscule wounds left by his tormenting fleas. I took a slow yawn as I stretch out my arm to rub the base of his ears. He jumped up startled as he didn't see my hand approach. But then he gave me that beautiful grin, and those puppy dog eyes. I reached up and kissed him on the snout. He licked me back. I started to laugh. I lay there for a moment before I finally got myself out of bed. It was a good day, I could already tell.
So I shuffle along to the kitchen where I put some water on to boil. The boiling water is for eggs. I like boiled eggs. I eat two every morning. I reach into the cabinet and pull out the container which holds the protein I put in my shakes. Its a giant version of those little bottles they put vitamins in. Its funny how the contents of both containers are beneficial to my body, and they look exactly the same. Except bigger versions of. Its just one of those quirky things about life I guess. I make myself a shake and eat my eggs. It was a small breakfast, but it was good.
I decide I want to go to my local hardware store and pick up some things. I throw on a hoodie and some jeans, slip on some flip-flops and head out the door. I look up at the sky, but I don't know what time it is. This morning it doesn't even matter. I had just pulled down a transmission on one of these new Volvo SUVs yesterday, and i was reveling in the sleep I had gotten last night. Lucky for me, a short walk is all i need to get the stuff for the day. I don't exactly live in a city, but there is enough around to sustain myself.
So I'm walking along, doing my thing. I get to the hardware store and its quiet. I don't see anyone at first, and I just move along. Oh, there you are. Its another human being. Good. So I'm not the last person alive. But wait. What the hell. They don't even look at me. "Hello" I say. Nothing. A blank stare at whatever is on the shelf. Thats weird. "Are you ok?" Nothing. They just keep moving, shuffling their feet, completely oblivious to the fact that there is another human being trying to make contact. "Whatever" I say. Its your loss. We could have uncovered the secret of life together. But you want to play stupid. Fine. Its cool. I'll just find someone else to talk to then. I'm agitated at this point. So I just want to get my shit and go. But then I ruminate on it, and decide I'm not going to let that prevent my next real contact. So I put my smile on and make my way to the next lane.
Hey. There is an employee. Maybe he can help me. "Is there something you're looking for?" he says. "Nothing in particular" I say. He grumbles to himself. "I'm sorry what was that sir?" I said. "Nothing, just let me know if you need any help" he said. "Sure thing" I reply.
On the overhead speakers they've got some music playing. I like it. I think its Aaliyah, may she rest in eternal peace. Yeah, it is Aaliyah. "One In a Million". I start to dance. She was so beautiful. I loved her voice and music.
"Can I help you?" I hear over my shoulder. "I'm sorry, what?" I say. "Is there something you need?", I get back. "Obviously, thats why I'm here right?" I throw back at him. He doesn't like that. "If you're going to buy something then buy it" he says. And I say "hey, hey, hey. Slow down brother. You trying to sell me something, or you trying to get rid of me?" "I spend my time on paying customers" he says. "And what, am I not a paying customer?" "Is my money somehow invalid?" "What?" "Is it not green enough?" "Come on tell me." "What the fuck do you mean I'm not a paying customer?" Well, he had nothing for that. So I said "let me speak with your management" "Who runs this place?" Surely they wont tolerate some bullshit like this in their store right?
So I'm informed that i need to go to the front of the store and wait to speak to someone. I'm pissed. I'm furious. I want to bitch slap that fucker with my dick I'm so mad. I make my way to the front of the store and wait.
Im fuming. I can feel the heat coming off my body. Relax I say to myself, that shit ain't worth it. And I wait. Here comes this guy. He is pretty big, you know. I size him up. I can take him. We start to talk. I begin to explain the situation to him, and he listens intently. I like that. He is listening to me. That makes me feel better. I tell him "I work just as hard as anyone else for my dollar. And that I don't need anyone telling me that somehow my efforts aren't the same as anyone else. That the work I do is less than another mans." He listens. He agrees. I like him.
He tells me that that guy has problems, and that he is not right somehow. And I tell him "we all got problems, but we can't be taking it out on each other." I don't go around being mean just because I'm going through some rough shit. Who am I to compound on another's struggles? "Shit man, we all got bad days" "But we can't be taking it out on each other." He agreed again. I was feeling happier. We talked some more. He put me to ease. I made my way back home.
I walked back home feeling that I made a connection. That I wasn't alone. That there is still good. And that this world can still be salvaged. So if you have come this far, just come a little bit further. Help me, help you. Heal me, so that I may heal you. Lets get this shit right. Lets come together. Peace.

Woah. That's like... deep, man.

You know, I read a book a little whole ago called The Earth is Flat[i/]. Not a wonderful read, but it had a moment or two. It's about globalization and outsourcing and all that. Well, at one point he pointed out that outsourcing, and automating phone lines, and self-check outs, and hiring a secretary in India; it's all cutting the fat, right? All companies want to cut the fat and be more efficient and stay in the black. But (and this will be lost on the vegetarians =P) it's the fat which provides flavor. Cut it all away, and things get chewy and unpleasant.

Use your weed money to pay for flea powder.

I want to bitch slap this thread with my dick

Why is pumping your own petrol a rush?

WTF?

Trolls rubbing off on you or something?

I can feel the heat coming off your body.

This thread deserves a one way ticket to Silliness, brother.

So. . .you made a sarcastic comment to a hardware store clerk, then whined to his boss when he wasn't amused?

Don't forget: he likes having two hard boiled eggs in the morning too. That's a very important detail to the whole story.

What I want to know, is why he doesn't boil six-eight eggs. Why spend an hour doing what you could do in 15? Why two per day? Or are they soft boiled? So much detail and we don't even know whether they're hard or soft boiled!

WALL OF TEXT CRITS YOU FOR OVER NINE THOUSAND!!!!!













Look, someone has to post the cliches.

It was a small breakfast, but it was good.

All snarking aside, what was the fucking point of all this?

Current Events, duh.

So, this asshat thinks that his breakfast habits are current events. . . is there a desk around here the I can put my head through?

And maybe got him fired too...

He's a legitimate source of news, obviously.

Honestly, I have no problem with him. His post reminds me of stuff I probably wrote back in college. Moreover, I have no problem with his message, we're just trying to have a little fun. Maybe it's just 'cause I come from a really sarcastic family, but I don't see anyone being critical. Maybe I'm just being naive.

I agree. Ironically.

oh please! don't try to make us out to be monsters because the OP doesn't know how to blog. it seems he's been here long enough to know the workings of the site. if he wants to post things relevant to current events, great. but don't expect any of us to indulge him any more than we already have, by treating him with kid gloves and worrying about his feelings as well.

do you really want all of us airing out our blogs on the CE board?

Yes! And this thread is the place!

I don't think there is anything wrong with not wanting to connect with every stoner dancing around the hardware store.