Achoo
Brain sneezes.
In lieu of depositing a fine mist of unrefined data on my monitor, I divert my neural convulsion to a keyboard. Though it may or may not be comprehensible.
The Expectation of Civility Is Not an Insult
The white zone has always been for loading and unloading; there is no parking in the red zone.
No, the red zone has always been for loading and unloading passengers; there is no parking in the white zone… ass.
Listen Vernon, don’t start with your baseline neutrality shit again; a debate cannot function when you demand that objective curbside reality adjust to accommodate your emotional response to red paint.
Betty, if you want passengers to park in the red zone, you might at least show some respect for empirical fact; screaming that I am attacking you merely advertises that your premises cannot survive a gentle collision with the terminal regulations… blockhead.
Don’t point your empirical facts at me, Vernon! You think an expectation of civility is a personal insult, and we both know this has nothing to do with loading luggage.
It has everything to do with the luggage, and expecting people not to scream through a public address horn is not a subtle declaration of war… I fart in your general direction.
You always treat basic decorum like a direct assault on your sovereignty, Vernon; you just can’t stand that your tone fails the audit.
Oh, so now my tone fails the audit? You wanted this structural breakdown, Betty, just like you wanted to park by the hydrants… you smear of turnip paste.
Procedure remains the bedrock of functional tarmac transit, yet you will inevitably burn down the entire air traffic control tower just to warm your bruised ego over paint… I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper!
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Cigarette?
Yes, I know.
The Fool or the Fool That Follows Them?
There’s an old saying in Tennessee–I know it’s in Texas, probably in Tennessee–that says, “Fool me once, shame on… shame on you. Fool me–you can’t get fooled again.”
- Bushism, 2002
The Affluent and the Common
You will never understand
How it feels to live your life
With no meaning or control
And with nowhere left to go
You are amazed that they exist
And they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why
- Pulp, Common People (1995)
The myopic view that the “haves” experiential depth of life is somehow better than the “have-nots.” The verse focuses on the inability of the “haves” to perceive the intrinsic value of a life they view only as a curiosity.
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I’m in the limelight ‘cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
- The Notorious B.I.G., Juicy (1994)
About 32 years since Juicy, and about 25 years since 2001. I wonder how many people just assume the line is about 2001?
Pepper
You never know just how to look through other people’s eyes
You never know just how you look through other people’s eyes
- Butthole Surfers. Pepper (1996)
Sonder: the awareness that other people all have their own complex set of feelings and experiences. John Koenig, The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows (2012)
Transactional Objectification
You are their supervisor, not their friend.
- My Boss (2021)
What can one sentence say about a person? If empathy for another is friendship, I don’t think they know what friendship is. To them, empathy is transactional and an instrument for manipulation; otherwise, it threatens the integrity of their authority. Genuine empathy creates a debt they refuse to repay, unwilling to lose a portion of perceived superiority.
Unlived Unknowns
I miss me
I miss everything I’ll never be
- The Smashing Pumpkins, Rocket (1993)
I sometimes find myself envious of the paths others took. Where would I be if I chose differently?