The only meaning behind the title is it just happens to be the title of the song I'm listening to, and I don't feel like being witty. This is more of a "journal" blog as opposed to a giant rant of thought, anger, rage, etc. It lacks a purpose, but what the reader gets out of it is all up to the reader.
The past few nights at work have been one giant blur. If you follow this I already talked about the drunk guy, and kitchen virgin. So, drunk guy comes back today finally and safely assuming he is going through withdraws of alcohol. Which made me feel strange. I wanted to attempt to console him and help him out (I learned deep secrets of his family life today from another guy I work with, and I can't condone his drinking but it does make sense. I won't tell the details)
I also saw his passion and desire for the first time in forever. I'm assuming he quit drinking just for this job, and sure it's not anything spectacular and I don't think he can handle it, and his time in kitchens is up but seeing the desperation in a man's eyes while he hasn't said a word to you in days? Made me think. It actually made me see if you will.
I commented to my boss about him being out of it, and still fucking things up but I also believe in him. I think for once this almost 40 year old man belives in himself. If he so happens to read this, I'm glad. If not, well it might be for the better but might not as well. I believe in you kid, hang in there.
I also believe in humanity again. My ride home tonight came from two girls "on the verge of missing curfew" as I was walking to the gas station to continue onward to home. I invited them in for lunch/dinner on me whenever I am there. One of them said "I'm glad to see chivarly isn't dead" I replied with "I treat someone as well or as poorly as they treat me".
That's the whole point. She is right. Chivarly is a dying cause, and being a complacent asshole wins everytime. Who is happier in the end though? The girl who gets treated like shit and is forced into submission, or the prick who knows how to control someone to get his dick wet?
My point is what goes around, comes around. The golden rule is a powerful thing, and karma is even more set in stone. You piss off karma and it haunts you. You mention murphy and his law and he's out to get you. In the end of it all where are you happiest at? Getting your ass kicked because you spoke up, or getting you ass kicked because you didn't?
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