Side Note:

Side Note:
For those who haven't figured it out, or haven't been here: The titles of most of the blogs here are song lyrics. If you google them, it should take you to the song and the song is good to listen to before, during, or after reading to help set the tone of the blog. I find music to be very cohesive with reading and writing.

Friday, June 10, 2011

We Don't Know What We're Doing...Let's Do It Again!

There's an epidemic among us that is rarely acknowledged. We see it around us daily. It's effects reverberate throughout society.It is both saddening and maddening. Those effected by it aren't the only ones suffering. Their friends, family and even strangers who encounter them must also bare some of the burden. However, if we band together and stand up against it, I believe we can defeat it. Through rehabilitation, we can fight this disease. Ladies and gentleman, will you help me fight the war against stupidity?
I know. I know what you're thinking. "But how? How can we fight something that effects so many people?"  It will be a slow and painstaking process, my friends, but I believe we can make the difference! I'm compiling a list of steps to aid us in our battle against buffoonery. We shall overcome! Here are some of the steps I've come up with so far:
1. Attempt to simply confront the infected person. Let them know that you understand their disease, but that you're willing to stick by them while they work through it. Remember, however, that the first sign of a problem is denial. If this is the case, you'll need to move on to the next steps.
2. Correction. A horrifying symptom of this disease is that inability for the afflicted to accept their lack of knowledge on a topic. Instead, insistence to the opposite is often displayed, and more embarrassingly, this insistence is public. The best way to handle this situation:  Shut it down. Correct them immediately on the spot, preferably with proof. (I recommend carrying a smart phone with a Google hot-button at all times when in this step of rehabilitation.) Be aware that they may begin to try to back-peddle in which case you much continue to correct them until they take a deep breath and admit they were wrong. Congratulate them on their step toward the cure, then move on.
3. Sarcasm.  Now,  this methodology can work one of two ways. If you are dealing with someone who is only slightly affected by stupidity, this may put the person into check on their own. When they have a relapse and begin to show symptoms, a quick quip at their expense will act as an electroshock therapy and zap them back into place. Those who are deeply affected by the disease, however, may need this to work in a different way, The embarrassment that will come from everyone else laughing at them and them not understanding why until later will often aid them immensely, though be advised this method can often lead to anger and more blurbs from the infected person before they get better.
4. The Battle of Wits.  Now then, this treatment is recommended for those who consider themselves to be somewhat professional in dealing with stupid. It works best with the argumentative idiot. The one who insists on being correct when in actuality, they are simply stacking more and more fallacies in order to attempt to right themselves. Always attempt to start with step 1 of the steps, but for the Battle of Wits to work its magic, a good balance between steps 2 and 3, perhaps even dabbling the two together into one step, is most effective.

These steps should lead you to a healthy cure for the afflicted persons in your life. If not, I recommend immediately quarantine. If you find yourself without the ability to lock the person away and correct their idiocy, the only other option is to cut off contact from the infected. You do not want to catch this disease.


Thursday, June 9, 2011

Welcome To The Jungle...

Life is not a box of chocolates, Forrest Gump. Oh no. No, it is not. Not unless these chocolates chocolate covered insects. This definitely feels more like I'm going in expecting a delicious nougat-y treat but end up biting into a grasshopper.
It's been one of those weeks. I turned my World of Warcraft account back on recently, which is nice because it amuses me in that I have a game to play, things to do and more importantly I get some socialization outside of my little world here at Fort Awesome. Most of the people I used to talk to have moved on or don't play often, but thanks to the RealID system they find me on the rare occasions they are on and since most of them know myself as well as dear hubby, they now check on me. I'll get the random 2:00 or 3:00 AM call or text that says "Hey, Fae. How are you doing?" or "Hey! Just wanted to say hi!"  Then again, the random "LAWLIMSODRUNKRITENAO" also slips through, but even those make me laugh. That was the upturn to my week, that and Claryssa, aka Preggers, is back from Delaware.
The downturn comes in the lack of talking to dear hubby this week and the few times we did turning sour. Its hard to have the person you're most close seem so distant and so angry the majority of the time. And stressed. Distance and inability to speak as we'd like makes it hard to give the comforting words, and when his frustration comes out on me, I find mine shooting right back and I have to bite my tongue. I know he is an indescribably and unimaginably stressful situation, but it feels nauseating that that constantly gets to be an excuse to take those feelings out on me. I'm supposed to be the one who helps him move past those feelings, not the one he catches in his cross-hairs.
I wish I had a time machine.


Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I'm a Bad One, I'm a Good One, I'm a Sick One, With a Smile...

This garbage right here is what is wrong with women these days.   Where does this bimbo get off? I mean, first of all, it looks like she's never lifted a dish in her life, other than maybe to stuff her face on the gorging cycle of her bulimia. Second of all, can we say worst lyrics ever? And this is coming from someone who gives a lot of credit to bands that aren't native speakers of English who redo their music in English. Props to them, but not to this broad.
Why is it so awful to want to take care of your family and husband? Why is it some horribly degrading thing to so many young women nowadays to not work outside the home? My days are full of things to do when my husband is home even without me having a job. I don't get to just sit around and do nothing.
Short post. Too irritated to continue and I need to put my knee up with ice on it.


PS. I hope someone slaps a ho.