JUDGEMENT

One way or the other I am surrounded by critically thinking young folks. And I think I horrify them.  I have reached that ripe old age of cynicism and as such do and say stuff that, to the younguns, amounts to 'selling out' or being bought or influenced by 'the man'.  I don't care anymore.  I watch commercials, I don't or won't read Kafka, I accept that boys and girls are different, I don't buy into old timey thinking on some things.  For example:  I hate bullies.  Yes, some of them are insecure bullied mistreated little individuals that became bullies due to 'nurture' or lack thereof.  But I now believe that most bullies have arrived on this planet already miserable nasty little human beings with warped DNA.  I don't like them, or feel sorry for them.

So, sitting in my kitchen nook with a bunch of these young ones can get interesting.  The conversations can get serious and intense.  Its interesting listening to the exact same conversations I used to be involved in forty years ago.  What amazes me is that the subject of these rags have not changed, or at least not changed much.  But I have reached a level of 'I don't careism' which is quite appalling and just ever so appealing. 

I wrote the above a few days ago.  I think I had best finish this off and get a post in.

Tonight I am sitting here in my chair in total defeat.  I went out this morning, hauled out the snow blower, plugged her in and off I went.  But no one with more experience told me that you can't use snow blowers when the wind is blowing! I carefully pointed the blower thingy to the right and off I went, only to have the wind blow the damned snow right straight left.  What the hell?!!  So whats the point?  Not only do you have to wait for it to quit snowing but there can't be any wind either.

  And not only that, the snow was so deep that the poor blower would grind to a halt as soon as I got right into the deep snow.  And there was no way could I shovel it...way too deep.  I gave it the old army try and I am pretty sure I felt at least six pairs of old dude eyes watching me fail from behind curtains.  Honestly, it felt a lot like those awful dreams you have where you are suddenly naked in public.  So after unsuccessfully chewing up the driveway, and totally giving up on the sidewalk, I slunk myself and Mr. Wimpy Snow Blower back into the garage and shut the garage door, blocking out the humiliation.

I shall try again tomorrow.  TTYL