A new disease has been discovered, and there is no cure

 

Yup, it’s pretty prevalent especially in people like me. Bipolar boy. It’s called the fuck-its.  The doctors have not cure for it. And quite frankly, I hope they don’t because I like this disease. It gives me a reason to live on this god forsaken planet with the likes of you people. Yes, you inhabitants of Earth. The human ones. I am not talking about the animals they are cool. It’s just people I can’t stand. Let’s review my lovely few weeks in review. Someone is accusing me of lying when I am not. Fuck it.  It’s her problem. Somebody who is wonderful and has helped alot of people is ill with pancreatic cancer and this is the one where there are few options. Fuck it. No one cares. Fucking George Bush just wants to win his war and catch that Bin Laden and line all his oil buddies pockets with money. We can spend billions to send a shuttle up to the space station to fix a fucking toilet, but we can’t get the greatest minds on the planet together to cure AIDS and Cancer. No, that would be too altruistic, too humanitarian.

Then there are all the answer people, you know, they know fucking everything. Oh you should look at your part, you should try to understand rather than be understood. Fuck that. I am not Saint Francis and don’t want to be. Yeah that brick wall up at this post is the wall I have been talking to all week. What i really want to do is smash my head through it. Oh, what’s the matter, is this not the nice blog you thought you would get. Sorry, I am not in nice mood. And not in the mood to be particluarly all airy fairy and spirtual either.  I’ve dealt with a fair amount of bullshit and verbal cannonballs in the last few days and have reached my breaking point, and emotional/mental Hirsoshima so to speak, so this is a new type of blog entry. It’s called the Fuck You blog.  And its pretty much directed towards everyone, including myself.  Fuck you, the ones who are judgemental, who are so quick to put on their robes and point the fingers at others and point out the faults of you. My mother, god rest her soul, she is in a better place and has not had to endure the crap that has come down since she rolled loose of this mortal coil, used to tell me when you point the finger at someone else, there are three more pointing back at you. So as i point the finger, believe me as I point the finger at you, there are three pointing at me, so fuck me too! Sorry, I can’t be perfect. Nor do I want to be. Perfect people suck. And I am begining to think nice people suck too. Most of the nice people I meet really are not that nice once you scratch the surface. They always got some agenda. It may be they are trying to sell you something. It may be they got a little passive-aggressive drama they need to engage in, and you are just the perfect ping-pong ball they can bounce around. Watch out for those nice people.  Somewhere up there sleeve or in the back pocket, they’ve got a two by four just waiting to hit you with it when you least expect it and are most vulerable to it. I have a nice emotional lump on my head right now, and no amount of ice is making the swelling going down.

Another big Fuck you goes out to the so called spiritual leaders of this generation. Pope “I wear only Prada” Benedict, the Dalai Lama, Eckhart Tolle, Bob Proctor, Rhonda Byrne, and all you other sorts of enlightened folks. The God i believe in is not short on cash. And you folks with your secret knowlege, with your satin robes, with your pious pontifications and pie in the sky pronunciations, fuck you. Yeah it’s very easy to write a book that makes millions and tell everyone else how to be in the now and visualize yourself in your dream house, your dream relationship, your dream career when you already have these things, and lets face it, you got these things and got rich by coming up with tricky ways to tell people how they can be rich, be beautiful, be whatever they want to think. Shit “The Secret” is no secret at all – Rhonda Byrne practically plagiarized the shit from James Allen’s “As a Man Thinketh” and Charles Haanel’s “The Master Key System” Cribbing from other people’s work is not authorship and does not qualify you as a guru.  It kind of makes you a thief. I say if you want something, pray. You got about a 50/50 chance of getting what you want. Yes or no. It’ nothing personal. God just may have run out of his quota of Ferraris, Rich Boyfriends, or miracle cures for the day or week. But keep trying.

Another big fuck you goes out to the people who just don’t take responsibilty for shit. We see this in corporate America everyday, an institution I wade in while avoiding getting fully into the pool. Again with the finger pointing. Again with the blaming. God, blaming someone else sure makes people feel so damn good about themselves. Quarterly profits down, well hey, lets lay off the janitors, it’s their fault, the place doesn’t need to be that clean anyway. Finance lost the financial records. Well it can never be their fault, let’s find the guy who sent the forms in the first place and make him jump through hoops, and act like it was his mistake when someone was obviosly not paying attention when the timesheets were personally handed to them.  But it’s not their fault they fucked up. It’s the guy who conscientously walked these papers up to the department and handed them to them personally. Note to all you folks: Always make copies and always take notes. I made copies, but now I have to take time out of my weekend to search for these records, but someone else’s fuck-up has become my problem. Fine, but I say a big fuck you to all those who have made it my problem.

Finally, I’d like to personally say fuck you to my neighbors who think they are on American Idol or something. While I appreciate the arts, do I really have to hear you practice your art morning, noon and night. Do I really need to hear your bad karoke versions of “Wind Beneath My Wings”. Get a job, pull some money together and rent some rehearsal space.  And fuck my fat ass lazy landlord. Clean the fucking lobby for christ sakes. Show some pride or sell me the building.

So there you have it.  Fuck each and everyone of you and have a nice weekend