Not to sound evil but....

One of my biggest pet peeves while driving is pedestrians . Don't get me wrong Its not all the people walking around that bothers me. I understand that many of us don't have a vehicle or choose to walk . I also understand that they have somewhere to be whether its work or other adventures. I'm talking about a specific type of pedestrian . The zombie pedestrian, slow walking , immune to the world around them, common senseless pedestrians.

These people...

We live in a world , where info travels at light speed all over the world . No one misses a beat. So we all have seen the many PSA about driving while texting . You know, the ones where people raise a card with the last text that the person driving sent, the reason they died. 

Even though we are all well prepared with the knowledge of what texting and driving can do , there are still those that miss the memo. 

I think there should be an additional PSA for the Zombie pedestrian. I see a pedestrian in the cross walk and i slow down and let them cross safely. When a zombie pedestrain decides to answer a call or text while walking across the street it make you think why did I stop . so my suggestion for a zombie pedestrian PSA would be a little different. 

I would open with a car moving through a city street or a parking lot . The driver is fully aware of the surroundings. They let people cross , and they get to a cross walk and spot the zombie pedestrian. The drive slows to a stop and instead of waiting nails the gas with their head out the window yelling. The screen would go black and slowly letter by letter a message is revealed and you can see what the driver is yelling.

"Your next text should be your not going to make it......"

In today's society tensions are always running high and you maybe that lucky zombie pedestrian that gets the guy or girl that is having a bad day and could care less. So beware and cross the damn street!!!

What do you think a needed PSA?

I Love my Job

Its the year 2016. The world is moving forward fast but, greed is is growing with it. I may not make the big bucks but , I like what I do . The hours are great , most people are great too, the job itself is easy if you are willing to learn it.

Its just so amazing though that people with a similar (not actual job, just the frame work) setup I have for employment want so much more than they are willing to put in. They get to a certain point where they have gained additional responsibility and have to put in a little more effort, then the crying and bitching starts. Words start to spew from them like vomit, " why don't they treat me better", why don't I get paid more," Why does that person make more than me". I guess in some sense I could say the same but i won't . 

I like having a good work ethic and putting it to good use. What ever happen to the pursuit of knowledge, The warm feeling of being needed , the cool calmness of having the respect of those around you , or just being proud of the work you produce because it came from you and your work ethic.  

I love having the responsibilities that I have and the great feeling I get when i have done something right and might of had to go a few extra miles to do it. People do respect me , and they do need me . If more monetary value doesn't come from it so be it. I rather work hard at something I enjoy doing just for the simple things I get out of it than, waste my time not growing and chasing a piece of currency that does have a future beyond what its printed on. 

For those of you that rather chase money instead of grow as a person, think of what the world might be if you only have your work ethic and integrity to feed your family. Where would you be, who would you be and how will your family end up?

Just a Glimpse into my Old Self

You burn your bridges and everyone on them,
With flame so bright they hide the intent and ghosts that dance between their flicker,
To ashes with your enemies until you reanimate them to move and your lifeless drones,
The most manipulated and deceitful of agendas,
You harvest the hearts and souls to feed the evil within,
Your offspring take a backstage appearance to the wants and desires, you stress are, yours to have,
The only thing that matters to you is the filling of that dark abyss like evil breath of life,
You are a sucubus ,
There are no other words ,
None such more evil to strip the facade from that cold animation.

For a long time when I was younger I struggled with self hate for no good reason. Without pills or hospitals , I taught myself to accept me for who I am and never let anyone run me down. I did this through drawing . While I was under that dark cloud I would write. Really dark pieces revealing my soul on paper . I would fill pages upon pages with well written works . To over come this I took to a different for of expression . I would grab a pencil and my sketch book and draw until those feelings pasted . Nothing specific or identifiable would come out, just a drawing that allowed the pain to flow out onto the paper.

I got older and I am a different person. I no longer get to the point of drawing but I do sometimes write when something is really bothering me.

For the past eight and a half years I have been battling a sucubus also known as my ex wife . Hence the reason for my writing and this post .