Pulling No Punches

Pulling No Punches

I’ve been thinking about people, lately. All kinds, really. Today I was nearly rear ended as this bright cherry red Ford Mustang came barreling up the freeway on SR 500 near my home. I barely managed to switch lanes and so I flipped him off. I know this isn’t kosher, but I can’t afford to be rear ended especially as fast as he was going. At 70 on a 50 mile an hour highway. I glanced over to his car after I successfully managed to switch lanes and get the hell out of his way. He was cursing and shaking his fists at me. I made my husband laugh when I told him that I’d already flipped him off and there was no need for him to do so.

A couple of days ago I was headed to Wal-Mart an exit up from my house on I-205. It was quicker to take the freeway and save a little on gas then to deal with the stop and go I would have had to deal with going up Andresen. As I was merging, because I was running out of road, from SR 500 onto I-205 this big fucking black truck wasn’t going to let me over. I had my pregnant sister-in-law in the car with me PLUS my almost 2 year old niece. She (my sister-in-law) asked if she could flip them off and I said that she could. Again, I know this isn’t proper, but that jerk could have hurt my niece and nephew. Not on my watch buddy!

A month ago I accidentally backed into my cousin’s rented car. She’s a disaster when it comes to driving. There was only paint transfer on each car and a small dent (so small you could BARELY see it) in her car. My driveway is shaped like an L and she could have pulled up closer where she was parked at. I had to park on the side of the house and I hate parking there because I can’t keep an eye on my car. So to make a long story short, she called her insurance company (I know this is standard procedure) but she could have claimed she was in the store and didn’t notice. It wouldn’t have been the first time, but I guess because I don’t have a dick then she isn’t going to help me out.

People are constantly complaining and I try to keep my complaining to a minimum or none at all. Even at work when almost (at least it seems that way) everyone else’s work seems to fall my shoulders because they don’t want to make a phone call or double check something. I’m sure to the co-workers that I do complain to that it seems like I complain all the time, but I don’t think I do. I only complain when I feel that something needs to be said. The only time I say anything to my boss is when I’m asked.

Working late at night as I do gives me time to do much of my writing and I’m glad that I have that opportunity. Even if I never make any money from the writing that I do, at least, I know that I’ve tried. That’s good enough for me. The things that I could do without are the perverts who have nothing better to do than call and masturbate while I’m trying to help them make a reservation. It’s usually the same guy and sometimes I can get him to hang up the phone before it becomes really gross. Other times it takes a few minutes before I can get him to hang up. It’s usually a polite Sir if you’re not going to make a reservation then I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go. The perv is usually the one that hangs up first.

There’s the people I deal with on Writers’ Café. For the most part they are a friendly group of people. Fellow writers who just want some help perfecting there craft. A few of them thrive on getting critiques and are pretty decent in how they ask. Then there are the people that are just plain rude. The expect you to review because the send you something or just because they wrote it. I like to read what I like to read. If someone has something posted that catches my eye due to the description or title then I’ll go peruse. I don’t like feeling like I’m being forced to read something. There are two writers on the site that I just love to read: Janelle Walden and Shep. They both have a unique way of writing that gets their point across. Janelle writes for herself and just hopes that others will partake in the thing that makes her happy. Shep writes truthfully and from the heart.

Others on that site are just rude for other reasons. There are the spammers who keep sending out creepy letters about meeting only OFF the site. It’s always an email on the site and always the same wording. Here is a sample:

Hello dear,
My name is Samira,am a decent girl with love and honest,please i will like you to contact me through my email address(samiraluv22@hotmail.com)so that i can tell you more about me with pictures of me, thanks
yours
love,
Samira,

samiraluv22@hotmail.com

Creepy. You can’t even go into the forum on the site and get help because they’ve filled the pages with trash! Ignorant.

That’s all for now. I may add another blog after this that shows the page counts and what not for my books. Probably. In between working on Life and Death & Weird.