The Fool on the Hill

I feel sorry for all the stupid peeps of late.

I feel sorry that we are all enthralled with a 25 year-old woman that 'incubates' in an EGG for the cryin' out loud and we all sit enthralled.

I feel sorry that some drunken or insensitive or in-the-moment dolt sends out a text - tweet - FB update - and the world applauds or rants.

I feel sorry we iconize young women singers/actresses/media whatevers then villainize them when they act like the young-learners they really are.

I feel sorry for all the 20-somethings that get their idiocy recorded on phone cameras/videos for posterity. I'm sorry, but if HALF of the incredibly idiotic things I did as a 20-something were recorded for evermore no one would speak to me again. Our 20s are for mistake making. And mistake fixing.

I feel sorry women feel compelled to lumpify their facial features with whatever the hell is going on in the dermatilogical world. I see face after formerly-lovely face lumpied up with what the hell is it? - collagen? botox? I just saw Nicole Kidman in the new Adam Sandler/Jennifer Aniston movie and was SHOCKED at her face. She is 44 years old! I also heard a local radio show duo go on and on how 'lovely' Joan Rivers looks. I can't even talk about that one.

I feel sorry young men are left holding handbags while their girlfriends/wives shop.

I feel sorry young men can't sow their wild oats without some young, not finished-cooking-woman writes a song about what a cad he was.

I feel sorry so many young peeps are not parented. Guess what? We, as parents, are NOT THEIR FRIENDS.

I feel sorry that families fight and don't speak to each other. For years.

I feel sorry that parents think they have to take their children EVERYWHERE. This makes no one happy. Least of all the children. Why would a child want to spent hours in Ikea??

I feel sorry I had to spend hours in Ikea with other peep's children. One precious little girl kept following me around muttering and asking me for something. She was probably begging me to get her the hell out of Ikea. Her bearded, hipster-type dad was frantically trying to find said child and showed his impotence as a parent with his, "Philadelphia, do you need more organic juice? Do you need to go potty? Do you need a snack"? Dude, all she needs is a nap. Get her the hell home.

I feel sorry I'm such a curmudgeon of late. I'm BUGGED with my fellow man's arrogance! I nearly hit a woman with my car yesterday as she was walking down a very busy two-lane street. Walking against traffic. I need to mention that there is an f-ing sidewalk right there that her ass should have been walking on. A cleared sidewalk I might add. The street is smaller with piled snow so she was virtually walking IN THE STREET. A busy city street where the speed limit is 45 miles per. Good god woman! I nearly crapped my pants I was so shook up. This isn't the first time I've witnessed this phenom. For some reason people in my neighborhood don't think they need to use the sidewalks. WTF???

----------long sigh

~~~~~~~~~~~wow

I had no idea this was all coming. This up here I mean ^.

I feel a calm rushing over me.

Well, at least until something else bugs the living hell out of me.

Ha!