America's Least Wanted

So most of you are aware of the bouts I've been having recently with my car. It runs, yeah, but that's not what we're here about (and from those that read my question on Facebook, you know where this is going. The rest, be patient, it's coming).

So I'm dropping off my car. Again. As I'm coming in, there's a lady with a friend/daughter/whatever-the-hell who were dropping their car off as well. In my hand was a sign of preparation, in the form of greasy processed breakfast (What? Burger King's right across the street). This lady openly noted that she should've done the same thing, which is what happens at times among people.

Now, from this point, I was expecting to hear either nothing more of it, or at most, a break off from what I had. That, I could've done, which would've been the kind thing to do, and have done numerous time for those that even don't ask, yet you can tell need it. Somehow that act of kindness gives me the trope of "teddy bear" to people that are only used to me being such a docile individual.

But what happened next is why I give said people the finger, and that's being nice.

The lady turns her attention from my bag to me, and asks "Can I borrow your car?"

The following picture, a PG version of one of my favorite net memes, reflects the face I gave her.
http://students.expression.edu/bwiensmetal/files/2013/09/you-think-this-is-a-game-cat-600x360.jpg

I don't want to say "mentally damaged" because I don't know her well enough outside the strong evidence I was presented. However, you have to be something close to it to ask a complete stranger such a thing, and not be either an officer commandeering said car, or a mechanic giving it a test run (to which the question shouldn't be asked).

Despite the look I gave that was enough to say something/MANY things with some strong language, I was able to get out a "No" to make sure the absurdity didn't short out the part of my brain that could still speak English.

So in conclusion, things were quietly handled, nothing too much was exchanged, short of asking me what BK was serving at the time. This, of course, while I was eating my well-earned, yet regrettable #2 meal. Yes, while in their line of sight. Because they've given me a greater sense of how to not give a damn for this behavior ever while in public. Because if they haven't considered what their doing is wrong, my rebuttal, however subtle,wordy, or (non-) vulgar, should feel right.    

(Sorry I don't have a better ending this time around :D )

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A little darker than usual, but worth saying.

So you're not where you want to be. You feel that what you're doing now and what you've done up to this point is nothing to where you thought you'd be in life, financially, spiritually, romantically, even socially. You've heard the speeches about being somebody that you can look back and love, versus the person you resented growing past being, but did you do that?

How far are you from the person you left behind in those dark days of uncertainty and anguish that had you lash out as a means to either get someone's attention, or to make sure it didn't eat you up inside? That's assuming you were the type to express those feelings so openly, and had to rely on the confidence of  whom you considered friends, or should it be "friends."? Those being the others that are 50/50 about telling your business to the world you have similar, little, or no access to, in hopes that moment they decide to betray your trust doesn't come back to them.

What a shame, huh?

These are some of the things that hold us back from being who we want to be, who we want the world to know what we are, but letting these types of thoughts and actions anchor your progress does little good to that. You have to reach a point where nothing but your own intellect, a controlled sense of pride in your ability, and knowledge of whom to really trust with your inner being, are the tools you need to start, and even finish heading where you want to rest your flag, claiming your land for all to see. You can't let the petty silence, empty promises, twisted ideals, or other actions of broken and shallow spirits weight you any longer. It's time to show them that there is a world without their discolored sight, and it's time you stop using their eyes to see, and their hands to toss away your life.

Now go, and with the spirit of those that truly love and respect you on your side, don't come back until you've made your dream real.

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One sentence says it faster than I could've.

"Religious or not, many sacred texts are still applicable sources of wisdom. Just apply the lessons to yourself and be a good person." - Brown Skin Flynn, via Twitter

Side note: I'll hopefully have a full blog about religion in the later days. It's a topic I've been good at avoiding in open fourm for a long time, but I think it's past time to say something about it. It may not surprise some, may piss off others, but better it be known than speculated.

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Putting this out in the public.

Just once, I'd like to see someone dressed as a Sumo wrestler in the middle of winter throwing salt on the ice. We got two more months of this weather, so if it hasn't happened already, Internet, make it so.