So the old house is fighting me till the end. I have 4 days left.....
If something else breaks ima burn this f*cker down.
The lady who's house we've bought is leaving so much good stuff I can't really worry about the little things I've had to deal with.
65 " brand new tv. Surround sound system . Tons and tons of lumber. A full size stand up freezer. She bought bags of salt for the inground pool for us. Had the Kubota serviced for me. Husky industrial racking in the shop ( wooo!)
And more.
Like wtf there still are good peeps out there? So I've been doing a the shit I would have done anyway if we'd stayed
That’s it right there. I was ruminating on this on the way back from town.
From a young age, cynical and tired of the class full off goofuses chewing their pencils, dragging us back, stopping us from exploring the far depths of science and frontiers of knowledge just so teacher can show Julius how to use a 12” ruler.
Bored of dull uninspiring teachers just going through the motions. Demanding answers, eternal “but why” questions, asking theoretical questions and mulling over abstract concepts. Irritable when spoken to like a 12 year old, despite being 12 years old. Annoyed at adults who act like children.
Old souls dwelling on the edge of society during each phase of their life. Irritable having to navigate an insufferable world populated by mindless Karens and emasculated insecure hand wringing multimasked Russ’s, a world designed to serve the average IQ and the demands & needs of the Karen. A system meeting the needs of 400lb savages with hands out for stimi checks and UBI, fried chicken addicts, land walruses. A system designed for average. Where exceptional is shameful, burdened with social guilt and privilege terrorism.
Old souls….I’ve met many kids like that but they are a tiny percentage of the herd. Eyes bright, minds engaged, focused, attentive, inquiring, conversational. Same with the old timers. Many shuffling zombies, especially now due to the cull, but many minds still sharp as pins. A pleasure to talk to. An old guy of 89 once said to me “thanks for not treating me like I’m a drooling cretin who shat himself”. The pleasure was all mine. He talked about the war, I asked questions and probed. He said that he hated Germany but every German he met after the war was a decent human being.
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Today I observed a garbage truck co-operator hanging off the back of the truck as it careened down the highway. No health and safety Nazis were seen. But mask, for safety, at 90 km/h.
That’s it right there. I was ruminating on this on the way back from town.
From a young age, cynical and tired of the class full off goofuses chewing their pencils, dragging us back, stopping us from exploring the far depths of science and frontiers of knowledge just so teacher can show Julius how to use a 12” ruler.
Bored of dull uninspiring teachers just going through the motions. Demanding answers, eternal “but why” questions, asking theoretical questions and mulling over abstract concepts. Irritable when spoken to like a 12 year old, despite being 12 years old. Annoyed at adults who act like children.
Old souls dwelling on the edge of society during each phase of their life. Irritable having to navigate an insufferable world populated by mindless Karens and emasculated insecure hand wringing multimasked Russ’s, a world designed to serve the average IQ and the demands & needs of the Karen. A system meeting the needs of 400lb savages with hands out for stimi checks and UBI, fried chicken addicts, land walruses. A system designed for average. Where exceptional is shameful, burdened with social guilt and privilege terrorism.
Old souls….I’ve met many kids like that but they are a tiny percentage of the herd. Eyes bright, minds engaged, focused, attentive, inquiring, conversational. Same with the old timers. Many shuffling zombies, especially now due to the cull, but many minds still sharp as pins. A pleasure to talk to. An old guy of 89 once said to me “thanks for not treating me like I’m a drooling cretin who shat himself”. The pleasure was all mine. He talked about the war, I asked questions and probed. He said that he hated Germany but every German he met after the war was a decent human being.
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Today I observed a garbage truck co-operator hanging off the back of the truck as it careened down the highway. No health and safety Nazis were seen. But mask, for safety, at 90 km/h.