Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Selective Socializing.

I may or may not have achieved Zen. Life is good, crazy busy, but really good. Lately I've had this overwhelming feeling of inner peace & contentment and I know exactly why. I don't give a crap. Seriously. I could care less about social circles, stupid run of the mill conversations with people I just met but will most likely never talk to again, sharing my life stories with strangers, etc... I guess it could just be selfishness manifesting itself as what my friend recently called my "antisocial behavior" but whatever. I like how my life is, I like being able to do what I want when I want. I like not having to deal with other peoples drama or listen to them babble about things I could care less about, I like coming home from a long day at work & being able to read a book/watch tv/do whatever with zero distractions, I like my life. period. I'm not antisocial... more like... socially selective. I don't like going to stupid mass gatherings (usually consisting of lame or cheesy activities) full of marriage-hungry singles that seem to only care about what I do for a living, what I look like, hooking up, or what I can do for them. It's also interesting how quickly people can suddenly take interest when professions are discussed. And no, I'm not just talking about girls, guys do it too... they call it networking, I call it annoying netjerking & no I don't want your contact information. Basically I guess I'm saying I like my current friends, it doesn't matter that they are all over the place. I don't need a million acquaintances anymore. I don't need to feel popular or even liked. I don't care if you don't like me and I'm pretty good at seeing through the BS people that see other humans as resources to advance their own agenda, whatever it may be. Chances are I'm not going to bend over backwards for you if you don't take the time to actually get to know me. Maybe I'm just an A-hole? But at this point I don't really care. I love my life & don't need to surround myself with Machiavellian, fake people just to increase my friends on facebook. So I resent being called antisocial.... I see it as a calculated opportunity cost: it's a waste of time & resources dallying with people you'll probably never really get close with. It's much more efficient to allocate said time & resources to established relationships or educational endeavors. Maybe it's just the people here in Utah? sometimes when I accompany my amigos to these group functions I feel like I hit the flux capacitor & went back to high school (minus the whole awkward voice cracking hair in funny places everyone needs deodorant biz) so yeah, call me whatever you like but I have no desire to interact with people that are in their mid to late twenties but still act like a teenager in one of those high school musical movies. I guess it's cuz I'm oh so mature? yeah right I'll always be an immature idiot. It's more like I could give less a crap about being part of the scene/popular. It ain't quantity amigos it's quality... and Utah is severely lacking in the latter... I, on the other hand, am not.

-Grandpa Stanley

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

To: The Half-Ass Assassin

So someone crawled under my car and "deliberately tampered" with my shiz. What the hell? the mechanic (who used the aforementioned words in quotes) asked me if I had tinkered with it & I was like "uhhhhhh why would I need to monkey around with a brand new car"?? he was apparently wondering the same thing. He then told me to watch my car VERY carefully..... with much emphasis on the italicized word....weirdness?? to be honest I instantly was pondering those who I might have pissed off recently.... and then pondered how shitty they are as a killer if they cut the power steering line instead of something important, like my brakes or gas line. So congrats to whomever you are... you successfully made steering difficult (although you did waste a chunk of my time) and you are an amateur saboteur & probably suck at life as well. But it still makes me wonder who the heck would crawl under my car and cut stuff up??? honestly?? Know this suckafish: You did not do any significant damage nor did you cost me a wooden nickel (FYI-wait a few years/100,000 miles for all my warranties to expire) and most awesomely: I'm still 1000% alive.... in fact my forearms are even buffer from the workout they got steering the Radmobile around town w/o powersteering. So I guess I should say thanks for the workout. Next time you want to get revenge do your homework and really try to find a way to mess things up cuz all you did was put this mug on red alert so beware.... the Lord is now vigilant.



p.s. just in case you are contemplating a repeat effort (although you should do some research about how engines work and such) know this: I recently acquired one of these  **CLICK ME** and will not hesitate to use it.