Shades Of Black

Man, man, this “end of times” or 2012 is going to be the year that all of it comes crashing down, well, it just might be true?  So far, just ten days into the New Year and almost every post I read is some kind of dirge about how bad life is, what a rotten deal I have been dealt, I don’t like this, I want out of here.  Why is it people on the Internet feel compelled to “share every rancid detail of their feckless life” with total strangers.

If I live to be one hundred years old, I will never understand that at all.

Being that I am acutely aware that some of you feel as if I am out of touch, I can assure you that I do relate to pain and suffering in life.  Perhaps not at the level of a Somalian refugee or some poor soul locked down deep in the Congo, but on occasion, I do venture into the dark side of life.  Most of the time, it is completely by accident and not intentional.

Last night the wife had me attend one of these corporate dinner things, something where you are honored for your years of service and devotion to the company.  They feed you a dinner where some of the food is “suspect” (Just a tad bit better than Denny’s … Where you might find an ex-con for a cook, throwing three day old bread on a dirty grill ….. Mmmmmm, yummy) and a few speakers laud praise among the recipients and then everyone loads up and head home … sans a raise.

The festivities begin early.  You are assigned a table to spend the evening with virtual strangers and you struggle to find something, anything that resembles “common ground” to talk about other than the new bear cub’s at the zoo.  When the matronly woman from food services sitting next to you pulls out her pictures of her grandchildren, you know it is time to leave.

This time it was somewhat different.  We sat at a table with a exclusive mix of folks, a young guy (27 on my right) and retired military on the left.  When I asked the retired military guy what it was that he did for a living, he trotted out his entire military history and told me for twenty-eight minutes how it was each day that he drove the eighteen miles to the base, and there he diligently, day after day, saved the world with a screwdriver.  The kid on the right was more interesting, he wanted to know what kind of music I listened to, who I was going to vote for, what did I think about this and that?

He asked me if I liked Hank III and some outfit called “Assjack.”  (I am not making this up people)  Then this morning, over a cup of coffee and some quiet time, I discovered Hank III on another website that I frequent from time to time up and until this moment I had never heard of Assjack or Hank #3 so naturally being the curious type, I checked it out.  Turns out Hank had a son, and the son, had a son, and his name is Hank III, almost like one of those bible things, and he beget him, and then he beget him on and on.  So like I said, this morning I came across another link to Hank III and I decided to check him out.

Now I am fairly sure why it is that I have found that young people write such depressing blog’s early in the morning, they are either depressed or hung over.  It could be this music, I mean, what do I know?

Kind of strange to say the least … Which is my take on it for right now, when I know more, you will of course, be informed.

Checking the old clock on the wall, I see once again, I am running short on time.  I am going to go back to my CD favorite, Lawrence Welk Remembers Woodstock and my box of Hi-Ho Crackers.  If I get all bored and wrapped up in myself, I will just plug into this video, sit back and smile.

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My advice to you if you are having a bad 2012 is this …. D.W.A.B.I. … In other words, “Don’t Worry About it.”  It is gonna work out for either good or for bad, and all the belly-aching, self inspecting, whining and hand-wrenching-cryin in the world won’t change it one iota.

OOO

One thought on “Shades Of Black

  1. Good heavens, the Bocephus lives on… and the legend of Hank carries through to a new generation. I couldn’t even finish the song after listening to more than half of it. C’mon… we are not our parents and we are not our past. We are who we create ourselves to be right now. If we immerse ourselves in darkness and doom, then that is what we exude.

    It’s difficult to venture out there alone sometimes and choose to be different. I no longer attend events that do not serve me well or accept the BS of so much that we’re handed on a daily basis. I’ve done that for years and it never felt good at all. It creates misery. I try to find a nice way of declining on invites to misery. I would much rather spend my evening doing something I enjoy or having some good laughs. That’s who I am!
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    My,my … You sure get up early girl! I have to agree, I listened to roughly half of it and then I felt the need to check out too. It is sad, and if they are listing to that crap, then I feel for them.

    And I thought rap was bad?

    The wife takes me to these so-called social mixers, it is not by choice. If I can beg off, rest assured, I will. Here lately she has been dragging me to a lot of these Mexican fiesta things, where the girl comes of age at 15 and they throw her an elaborate party. My not speaking Spanish makes it pure torture for me and I reluctantly go or better even still, fake some kind of diarrhea episode (yeah I know gross, but desperate times call for desperate measures) and this usually gets me a pass and I stay home. Como seyama pass me one of them bisuits porforvor Senor? Gracias!

    If I want or need a good laugh, I just walk into the bathroom stark naked, step on the scales and then after reading that turn oh so slowly and look into the mirror!

    Mission accomplished. (snicker-snicker-tee-hee)

    Don

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  2. The last “event” that I had attended was something of an “honor the employees” thing back in 2007 when the wife’s employer put on a big dinner and all that goes with it. The pre-dinner cocktail thing was great, as there were other “husband/boyfriend” guys that were not employees, therefore, unlike your experiences, there were afew conversations worth having.
    Then the “rubber chicken” thing was served as a dinner? afew lower ranking HR employees tried in vain to attain our attention while babbeling on and on about stuff none of us really cared about; but what the hell, they were put on the speaking list for a reason, right?
    When it came time for the “boss” to speak, he went thru all the good things that the company had done, what was on the horizon and all of that. Then he started calling out names, asking said folk to stand and be recognized. I whispered to the wife that I’d thought that this guy would be the FIRST guy I’d ever heard that was going to include ALL the major employees. WRONG ! When he stopped at the end of the “top” employees, looking at the faces in the crowd all I saw was blank looks, and finally got it: They’d been there before.
    Soon after that, the wife decided to retire (she was the courier for the “boss”) and I told her that under no circumstances whatsoever would I EVER attend another event like this.
    We both attend more important things in life now, like carshows with our ’48 Chevy, live open-air concerts, and flower garden shows, etc. We’ve also devised a super plan to “escape” folk who start meaningless conversations that have nothing to do with what’s at hand, in order to enjoy the day/evening in a positive manner.
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    They are for the most part, infinitely boring as hell, and if I can beg off and not attend, then that is the route I am going to take. Don’t get me wrong, I share in her choice of employment and work, all that, but it is just not my bag.

    DS

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