How we are

I was pondering about this recently, and I wonder. Why is it do we keep struggling to live? Why do we keep going, against all odds? It seems to me that it is against our nature as a race to give up. We stay the course because we honestly lose our humanity if we give up. What happens when we do? We become one of two things, a vegetable, motionless and non responsive. As we idly sit the world passes us by. Or we become an animal, and lose our humanity. We stop caring about other lives, our own life, and become dangerous and confused. I guess thats why they call a man a couch potato. So we keep striving and straining, so as to not lose who we are. Would the world be a better place if we all didn't give up? On ourselves or each other?

I may just be a little odd

I visited the ghetto Wal Mart on 9th recently (DON'T JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS I KNOW WHAT GHETTOMARTS LOOK LIKE) looking for materials for another batch of yet again culinary amazingness, and I grabbed a cart. Instantly my mind thought two things. This gum is stale and why am I not wearing a helmet? What was my subconcious telling me? Get a running start and jump into the buggy? (As my floridian friend would call it) After spitting out the gum my mind pondered on one thing. Am I the only one that thinks this?

The Letter

Dear Balrog,
You shall not pass.
Love,
Gandalf
xoxoxoxo



Dear Gandalf,
WAAARARRRGGHHHHBOOORUUURRRGHHHROOOOOAAARRRR
Love,
Balrog
xoxoxoxo

ROPI mark II

Let's face it, old folk Utah suburbia is NUTS. It rained last night, and has been through the day, and what's going on? NOTHING. Work is empty because the minute there's a little moisture in the air, people freak out!
"I'm not goin out there, uh uh. Too dangerous."
Shut down their lives because of fear. Who lives like that? Does the population of Utah quiver in fear in their homes, waiting for the storm to blow over? WHAT STORM? Who let's bad weather intefere with their daily lives?!

IT'S A LITTLE RAIN!!!!!!!!!

Further more, a copious amount of rain and thunder a TORNADO DOES NOT MAKE. Just because you had one tornado 2 years ago, and was the first in the last 80 YEARS, does not mean that every major thunderstorm will AUTOMATICALLY BECOME A TORNADO. I know I lived in ILLINOIS. TORNADO ALLEY. WE HAD ONE IN EVERY 15 YEARS, GET OVER YOURSELVES UTAH.

I have said my piece.

Grandma

I require a moment of your time

There will be a new addative to this drug that is your favorite blog. I call it, ROPI. Before you judge me hear me out, the acronym is Ranting withOut Political Inhibitors. Here is the first installment.

Ok folks those graphic t-shirts with the written jokes on them have an expiration date. Let's start at fifty years old. After that, DON'T WEAR THEM. If that's not clear enough, then if you are using a walker, you have no business having some pathetic attempt at sarcastic, sardonic, or witty humor written across the front of your shirt.

Special note: NO ONE has any business having an entire paragraph written across their shirt, because I'm not going to stop some schmoe in the middle of the grocery store and read their Khols shirt what reads the entire written works of Shakespear.

Special special note: Girls that means you too. When you've got War and Peace written across your bust, what are we staring at??? We get marked as perves while we get caught staring at some random girl, while trying to decipher the monologue across a $5 shirt from WALMART

Special special SPECIAL note: Point being, OLD WOMEN SHOULD NOT WEAR SAID SHIRTS

Have you any room

Is there room for a hopless romantic?
A white knight for a damsel in distress?
What does it take to be the one and only?
To have and to hold, care and caress?

I want to be your hopless romantic.
Save you from your worries and fears.
Find a place, for me in your heart,
to be your knight through endless years.

Have you any spots for a shameless poet?
Whose rhymes and limericks fall on deaf minds?
Who will listen to the heart's deepest quandrys?
and find they're the one for whom the heart yearns?

Where can I place an overthought thinker?
Who plays out every moment oft in his head?
Why is it wrong for a knight to think long
and hard about life and what lies ahead?

A gift or a curse these things may be,
a gift, for such qualities may be rare.
But oft I am sure these things are a curse,
because none of them, bring you to me.