Tag Archive: rant
So today I did the housewife thing and watched “daytime TV” before Charlie took his nap. Trading Spouses was on, and it was a rerun. Some friends of mine have told me about this episode, I think, but I had never seen it until now.
Wow. Here’s a sneak peak.
In this first clip, you meet Jeanne. She’s a Unitarian hypnotherapist from the East coast and she seems very well balanced and open to other people’s views. Unfortunately, she’s been dropped into a den of bloodthirsty wolves in Christian’s clothing. I won’t call these people Christians because they are so far from Christ it’s pitiable.
Throughout the episode you see her making efforts to connect with the Perrin family, and she manages to do so fairly successfully by the end of the episode. It seems that everyone in this episode eventually finds a way to survive, grow and learn from the experience except Margaret.
Speaking of the devil… Meet Margaret.
Seriously after watching this woman rant and spaz and blame all of her sinful pride on the holy spirit I wanted to run screaming from the living room. I know that Christians don’t behave this way. The sad thing is that there are a lot of people who call themselves Christians who act this way.
I’ve been a practicing pagan for over ten years now. Granted… these days I practice about as much as some Christians do (Yule, Beltaine, Samhain and sometimes potlucks) but overall I’ve changed my spiritual practice quite a bit. After all this time, I still remember and hold true the teachings of the church that brought me wisdom when I needed it or gave me that feeling of connectedness with the “holy spirit”.
I grew up Evangelical. My parents didn’t go with me to church, and I wasn’t forced to believe in or participate in anything I didn’t want to. I stayed as long as I did (about age 17) because I believed in a higher power and wanted to find a way to get closer to it. For me, even as a kid, church was a way to find spiritual meaning and guidance in a world that needed a lot more love. Although I’ve moved on to different methods, I still respect any person who has a spiritual belief, no matter how different. Sometimes the destination IS the journey.
How do people act this way and call themselves Christians? Isn’t it the main responsibility of a Christian to be Christ-like? When did Christ ever throw a person out of his house for being “dark sided”? How many psychics and prophets are there in the bible? Hell, there are even instances of spirit communication (check out David’s story sometime) therein. Still, part of me wants to blame the bible because people have used it to justify so many atrocities (both socially and politically) in human history. This behavior is just another example of how dangerous religion becomes when someone with little to no understanding of divinity and even less empathy for others gets unleashed upon a new environment.
I had a lot more to say about religion and the dangers of ignorance, but I’ve waited to long to write it and I’m beginning to think this topic needs a blog of it’s own -aside from the wacky antics of the demonically posessed Margaret Perrin. Seriously, watching this woman blame her prideful self-righteousness on the Holy Spirit reminded me of a scene from The Crucible. When do the hangings begin, so I can plan my escape? *shudder*
Why are men so clueless?
It’s effing five in the morning and I’m too pissed off to sleep. My husband just crawled into bed at around four, after galavanting around with his friends who smoke. He stinks like cigarettes, he’s emanating cold, and just moments after I wake up to this I hear the baby crying.
So I get up, feed him a four ounce bottle and try to climb back into bed, but I’m just so angry I can’t stop twitching. I spent the whole late afternoon/evening blatantly attempting to seduce him. He won’t keep his hands off me during the day, when at least one kid is always awake and I’m not comfortable being sexual. Finally, it’s a Saturday night and I tell him all the things I want to do -am willing to do- and his response is to completely ignore it.
After thinking about it all afternoon, grooming myself for sex most of the night, and crawling into bed with candles lit and wearing nothing but his oversized (on me) football jersey and pigtails -I worked myself into a frenzy and then fell asleep. Now I’m nothing but nauseous and pissed off. Meanwhile, he’s snoozing soundly in our bed.
It’s not like I wanted him to stay home and screw me. He could have at least come home when the goddamn bar closed down. Hell, he could even have answered his phone when I tried to call and find out when he was thinking about coming home.
Whatever. Guess I’ll play video games until the kids get up.
There’s a kickass thunderstorm going on outside, and usually that puts me in an unstompable mood. Not tonight.
It’s just been really hitting home that lately there’s a shifting of social plates that’s going on and it’s really beginning to wear on my nerves. It’s cool in some ways -people I had actively disliked or avoided seeing are becoming sort of neutral. I’m finding that if someone who’s wronged me socially or who I just plain didn’t care for years ago makes an effort to meet me halfway -we can sort of get along in a casual sort of way.
But at the same time, I’m watching people just change their colors so fast I can’t tell if it’s a revelation of their true feelings or some kind of twisted “forces are aligning against you” kind of phenomenon.
I do know that I absolutely cannot stand petty squabbles ending lengthy friendships. When my husband and I got together again and it finally stuck, I knew I’d have to maneuver myself into his social network and that would be no small task. Granted -I’m not hideously deformed or difficult to like (I don’t think) but my initial survey of his friend-group was that most of them were shallow and self absorbed.
I was wrong. Only some of them were shallow and self absorbed, and it seems that they’re making themselves known recently. I Remember when I made the discovery that most of the people I was hanging out with at a given time wouldn’t piss in my mouth of my gums were on fire (seriously, I didn’t make up that metaphor) and it makes me sad even to remember the feeling. So now certain members of the social group we were a part of are pretty much ignoring us altogether. I feel the worst for Michael, because one of these people was someone he considered his “best” friend.
I sure would like to know what terrible slight we commited, or what kind of horrible situation is causing this rift between otherwise friendly guys. It’s ridiculous.
To make matters worse, I’m now paranoid that everytime someone fails to return my calls or communications that battle lines are being drawn and sides are being chosen. I’m almost 100% certain that I’m just being paranoid in this… but it still sucks to have to wonder.
But isn’t it safer to assume that people aren’t being sincere with you and avoid being hurt by their eventual exposure? Bah. Fuck it. Why can’t folks just simplify their lives and mine by having the balls to be flat-out honest about their feelings?
Well, today wasn’t too bad.
I intended to make it out to Dekalb today to get my cartiledge pierced and buy some jewelry at the Magic Door, but did not make it.
Last night was the worst night of work (or anything else) ever. I’m reminded of the movie CLerks and the mantra, “I’m NOT even supposed to BE here today!”.
Normally I do not work Tuesdays, but I was written in on the schedule by the store manager and got the call about five minutes before my shift. Of course this means I have to find a babysitter ASAP. My mother refuses because she doesn’t think I should be working anyway. Hell, if she’d had her druthers I’d be on public aid the rest of my life rue-ing the day I didn’t strive to match her psychotic and illogical conclusions about the world.
ANYWAY, I take the kid to work with me and call my cousin, who agrees to come get him. My first delivery of the night I hit a parked car. This 100 foot long dead end street lined on both sides with cars and populated by about ten kids playing various games (basketball, jump-rope, bullying) in the middle of it was my first destination. Trying to get TO the address the pizza was ordered for was fun (since these ghetto children have no fear of vehicular manslaughter). What was even more fun was trying to pull into a driveway (with cars in it) and turn around to park. That’s when my back bumper rubbed the front bumper of a parked car. Of course all of the little hoodlums that were contributing to my general inability to maneuver came running and making a fuss. Then I had to lean out the window and ask twice before a small mob of girls would move so I could park. I hate delivering to this area.
So, I get out and the kids are all “ma’am you hit that car”. Duh. That’s why I’m walking over to it. I say, “Yes, I know.. do you know who’s car it is?”
kids: “It’s my sister’s boyfriend’s car”
me: “Is he home?”
kids: “I’ll go get them”
…so I wait. The owner of the car turns out to be the person who ordered the pizza (ha, irony). His girlfriend comes out of the house alone.
the girlfriend: (with serious attitude) “You hit his car?!”
me: Yes, but I have insurance that can pay for it. Is he here?
the girlfriend: “I’m gonna go get him”
me: (thinking in my “inside voice”) WELL FUCKING DUH.
So, the guy comes out and looks at the 2.5 – 3 inch paint scrape I left on his car. You have to actually bend down to even see it. It’s tiny. I give him my insurance agent’s card with my name and # on the back.
Next I get a guy with a $50 dollar bill. We only carry 20 bucks on us at any given time. I haven’t got the $33.23 in change he should be getting. I suggest a check or something smaller. He has only a ten. So -I offer to take the fifty, give him twenty bucks and go to the gas station to break the fifty. He agrees.
About ten minutes later I FINALLY find a place that’s open (at 8pm on a Tuesday, everything within a mile of the place is closed. Go figure.) and after another dollop of attitude from the gas station attendant I manage to get change for the fifty.
By the time I get back to the store I could just have killed someone. The next delivery was just a guy with an attitude (must have been a theme on Tuesday) and not one cent for a tip. Check for the exact amount. It just continued from there.
Today was a beautiful day, and there was even a thunderstorm. I stopped by the house of the guy who’s car I hit, around 1pm. No one answered the door, but I heard kids inside. I left a note saying basically that I needed the guy’s name (he just took my card and said we’ll leave it until tomorrow) if he wanted to go through my insurance company. Otherwise, if he gets a quote I’ll just pay him in cash for the repairs. So far, no response. Maybe I won’t have to fuck with the stupid three inch scratch.
I just want all these fucked up situations to end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
