I absolutely cannot believe the audacity of the woman asking for two extra meals to go. Why do I still act surprised that humans have no shame in some of their actions? As if their actions do not affect anyone else. I do not understand why this still tends to shock me. Eventually, she may run into the wrong date and who knows what could happen. She certainly isn’t a keeper, is she? This sentiment flows into the embarrassment this country has become, but right now I’m still processing.
What a life you live!! I love this quote! But here’s the problem: the more hyperbole you use, the more it takes to stand out. The bar for what qualifies as “shocking” or “groundbreaking” keeps rising. Yesterday’s “Best Ever!” is today’s “Meh.” We’re caught in an arms race of exaggeration, where everyone is trying to one-up each other with increasingly ridiculous claims.
Holy shit. Humans never cease to amaze me. Some are capable of composing operas, writing sonnets, saving lives, or devoting their lives to educating “the youth” (whether the educatees happen to be angelic, demonic, or whatever). Essentially “The Givers.” And yet others seemingly are interested only in consumption, destruction, ill-gotten gains, grifting & the like, which I suppose I shall dub “The Takers.”
What creates the difference in outcomes from human to human? There are hardships abundant & trauma aplenty in nearly everyone’s backstory, so although that may provide context, it should not serve as the general excuse for horribleness & all around assholery, in my humble (not humble?) opinion. (I feel like I’ve read this somewhere before, but unfortunately my selective memory is like a sieve. If so, I apologize. It is not my intent to plagiarize.)
Of course it gets much more complicated when at some point you have to grapple with the fact that a person can be BOTH a talented, hard working contributor to society & also a child molester, but we’re not here to discuss my childhood trauma issues. Ahem. (Great. The voices in my head are now in a heated discussion without my consent, bordering on apoplexy.)
What I’d really like to know about the triple meal deal woman (& what we’ll never know, which is an exasperating lack of a denouement if I ever heard one), is what else is she good at besides grifting? Does she do anything else? Or are her talents limited to securing her next date? And by date I mean target. And by target I mean triple whammy meal ticket. Is the Art Of The Deal her main gig? Or is she a mild mannered real estate agent by day with a side order of swindle by night?
I’m telling you now, I’m going to be wondering about this for an indeterminate amount of time. I am highly conflicted about my interest in your story vs feeling pissed off that this happened to you. What do you think? In retrospect is it worthwhile to endure & collect negative experiences if they make for a fascinating story later?
I’ll be pondering this while I continue to log my brain’s daily song snippets, which this week included “Nothing’s gonna change my love for you,” “Mr. telephone man there’s something wrong with my line,” & “Imma leave the door open.” Sounds like a cry for help, but I’m easily entertained & apparently partially stuck in the 80s. (Parenthetical side note to all young music reactors on YouTube: If you want me to subscribe to your channel, please refrain from using the terms “retro,” “old school,” or “throwback” when referring to THE 90s!)
I absolutely cannot believe the audacity of the woman asking for two extra meals to go. Why do I still act surprised that humans have no shame in some of their actions? As if their actions do not affect anyone else. I do not understand why this still tends to shock me. Eventually, she may run into the wrong date and who knows what could happen. She certainly isn’t a keeper, is she? This sentiment flows into the embarrassment this country has become, but right now I’m still processing.
What a life you live!! I love this quote! But here’s the problem: the more hyperbole you use, the more it takes to stand out. The bar for what qualifies as “shocking” or “groundbreaking” keeps rising. Yesterday’s “Best Ever!” is today’s “Meh.” We’re caught in an arms race of exaggeration, where everyone is trying to one-up each other with increasingly ridiculous claims.
Pitchfork time should be upon us, but this is the USA.
Regarding your 'date', you're a better person than I am. Of course you are, I was born in Newark, NJ and you weren't.
Stay warm and have the wonderful week you deserve, mon Ami!
Holy shit. Humans never cease to amaze me. Some are capable of composing operas, writing sonnets, saving lives, or devoting their lives to educating “the youth” (whether the educatees happen to be angelic, demonic, or whatever). Essentially “The Givers.” And yet others seemingly are interested only in consumption, destruction, ill-gotten gains, grifting & the like, which I suppose I shall dub “The Takers.”
What creates the difference in outcomes from human to human? There are hardships abundant & trauma aplenty in nearly everyone’s backstory, so although that may provide context, it should not serve as the general excuse for horribleness & all around assholery, in my humble (not humble?) opinion. (I feel like I’ve read this somewhere before, but unfortunately my selective memory is like a sieve. If so, I apologize. It is not my intent to plagiarize.)
Of course it gets much more complicated when at some point you have to grapple with the fact that a person can be BOTH a talented, hard working contributor to society & also a child molester, but we’re not here to discuss my childhood trauma issues. Ahem. (Great. The voices in my head are now in a heated discussion without my consent, bordering on apoplexy.)
What I’d really like to know about the triple meal deal woman (& what we’ll never know, which is an exasperating lack of a denouement if I ever heard one), is what else is she good at besides grifting? Does she do anything else? Or are her talents limited to securing her next date? And by date I mean target. And by target I mean triple whammy meal ticket. Is the Art Of The Deal her main gig? Or is she a mild mannered real estate agent by day with a side order of swindle by night?
I’m telling you now, I’m going to be wondering about this for an indeterminate amount of time. I am highly conflicted about my interest in your story vs feeling pissed off that this happened to you. What do you think? In retrospect is it worthwhile to endure & collect negative experiences if they make for a fascinating story later?
I’ll be pondering this while I continue to log my brain’s daily song snippets, which this week included “Nothing’s gonna change my love for you,” “Mr. telephone man there’s something wrong with my line,” & “Imma leave the door open.” Sounds like a cry for help, but I’m easily entertained & apparently partially stuck in the 80s. (Parenthetical side note to all young music reactors on YouTube: If you want me to subscribe to your channel, please refrain from using the terms “retro,” “old school,” or “throwback” when referring to THE 90s!)