Alone and Unafraid

    

There was a time when all I could do was think of you, but you weren't the only one. There was a black haired young lady who looked at me and smiled, a long time ago now. She went away just like you went away, just like the others went away. Today I am alone and unafraid, happy to be so, walking the world without shame, pain or guilt. 

I don't hate you, despise you, miss you, love you, or want you anymore. Although I have told you good bye forever before-once or twice, I believe-this time it's true, horrible as that seems. 

Solitude

     

    I'm late for dinner and all alone

    but my canteen is full and a song is playing

    there's no one to answer me and I am fine

    I'll be in Tucson by and by

    without a dime to spend on you.

    

Not Another Meeting!

     

  

It's not that I hate people, it's that I know that they can never, and would never, love me. As I could never love them. It's not their faults (I have a few), nor is it their physical unattractiveness (I am 63 and overweight). Rather, most people I have met are not interested in the things that interest me. Some of them will feign interest in an effort to be polite, but after a moment or two, I can see the bored, faraway look in their eyes. I say, "this matters to me";  they say, "to you, maybe, but not to me", when I speak to them of my interests, often with an air of amused superiority.  I see it all the time. As a result, I simply stopped talking to them. I bore them, you see, so what's the use? Then there's the ugly fact that all  the people I meet are not worth getting to know. They are shallow, often overly narcissistic, phony, boring, predictable and hypocritical. I see their body language, hear their tone of voice, see the cast of their eyes. I note the words and phrases they use. All of this tells me that I would gain nothing by getting to know them but self-contempt for bringing myself down so low. I don't want them to hug me, shake my hand, share their pathetic little stories with me, include me in their circle, say I'm a "family" member, nothing. Just leave me alone, and save your pity for yourself, I say. 

Woman Killed by ICE Agent in Self-Defense

    

    The woman who was shot and killed by an ICE agent tried to run over the ICE agent. Ample video evidence clearly shows this. Regardless, protestors are demanding justice for the woman, and an end to ICE. The chickens have come home to roost, the kraken was released a long time ago, and the mindless thugs are out in the street. What we are seeing, and have been seeing for some time now, is the result of educators teaching their students that wishes and emotions, not objective facts, are all that matters.

Waiter Rant #1

     I work as a waiter at a popular chain restaurant, a place that goes out of the way to make for a pleasant customer experience. Separate checks? No problem; the system's set up to make that very easy and quick. Special orders, i.e., no mushrooms, no onions, extra cheese, etc...? Also not a problem; we do "mods" all the time. Didn't like the cheese sauce, or were the fries soggy? We'll comp you an appetizer or even a dessert. My employer has been in business for a long time; their food is good, and the ambiance is a few steps above a traditional diner like Shoney's, Denny's, etc. Its' warm, welcoming environment attracts all kinds of people, and the bar scene is usually lively and fun during happy hour.