it's hard....
it's hard to delineate between the reality of who someone is and the fantasty of it all. but why? why do we, as people, seem to take the reveries of what we want and pack them into a cookie cutter...even though the fit is all wrong, and ignore the incongruency?
why do we take people for who they are, but with the added bonus of who we want them to be....and disguise our own personal wants and desires in someone else...within their personality and "high-points"? should the caveat be from now on stated "i like what my misperceptions and longings have culminated into vis a vis you" rather than just "you're cool"?....
no one's ever perfect until you fall in love with them....or so they say. maybe it should be rephrased: no ones perfect until you have fooled yourself into believing someone is the delightful emobidiment of everything you've been lookin for.
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on a totally unrelated note, i was driving today to get some lunch, when i ended up behind this car. it was one of those cars. you know....one of those cars that expresses every political belief they share and every answer they believe to be true regarding a hotly debated issue in today's world..........on a bumper sticker. yes. a bumper sticker. the fuckin back of this station wagon was FULL! i don't fucking get it. i especially don't like it. here's why:
1. you're defacing your car with stickers. you want a sticker collection, get a book like a 5 year old and have a fucking blast....don't do it to your car.
2. the poor person stuck behind you in a line of traffic is now enthralled with the shitty task of reading your retarded bumper stickers. it's just the way it goes. no matter how much they disagree, no matter how much they hate reading, no matter how fast the two of you are driving---the driver behind you or within a vicinity to read whatever smut you placed on the back of your car, MUST read it. just what i need....shitty cleveland drivers with another excuse not to pay attention to the road.
3. does anyone really give a shit what a tree hugging hippie with pit hair down to her knee's thinks about president bush? you think placing a sticker on the back of your car smiting him makes you either unique or daring? does anyone really care what you think of the kyoto treaty? global warming? the war in iraq? terrorism? now, the answer to all this is no. add the fact you're IN A CAR...and people around you are DRIVING, and the exponential unit of that no significantly raises. my concern is getting to where i'm going, not fuckin world peace and the environment.
4. it's tacky. in addendum to one (1), it looks like ass. your car did nothing to deserve such horrible treatment, nor did your cars paint job. you want to share your views....get a fuckin blog like the rest of us and express away.....away from my streets and field of vision.
5. if i wanted to read a novel, i wouldn't be in my fucking car! if i wanted to know what pressing issues exist in the world today, i wouldn't be in my fucking car! if i wanted to know your opinon on anything, i wouldn't be in my fucking car--i'd be in a coffee shop with some bongo drums, snapping away at your anti-war wax poetic rhetoric....
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lastly.....while i was waiting for my lunch to be prepared, i was sitting and watching the asian population of cleveland unite. okay, i was texting about 5 people.......but either way.....a 5'3'' asian man walks in with......not a pack of smokes....but a whole fucking carton! dear god, that's addiction.
1. you're defacing your car with stickers. you want a sticker collection, get a book like a 5 year old and have a fucking blast....don't do it to your car.
2. the poor person stuck behind you in a line of traffic is now enthralled with the shitty task of reading your retarded bumper stickers. it's just the way it goes. no matter how much they disagree, no matter how much they hate reading, no matter how fast the two of you are driving---the driver behind you or within a vicinity to read whatever smut you placed on the back of your car, MUST read it. just what i need....shitty cleveland drivers with another excuse not to pay attention to the road.
3. does anyone really give a shit what a tree hugging hippie with pit hair down to her knee's thinks about president bush? you think placing a sticker on the back of your car smiting him makes you either unique or daring? does anyone really care what you think of the kyoto treaty? global warming? the war in iraq? terrorism? now, the answer to all this is no. add the fact you're IN A CAR...and people around you are DRIVING, and the exponential unit of that no significantly raises. my concern is getting to where i'm going, not fuckin world peace and the environment.
4. it's tacky. in addendum to one (1), it looks like ass. your car did nothing to deserve such horrible treatment, nor did your cars paint job. you want to share your views....get a fuckin blog like the rest of us and express away.....away from my streets and field of vision.
5. if i wanted to read a novel, i wouldn't be in my fucking car! if i wanted to know what pressing issues exist in the world today, i wouldn't be in my fucking car! if i wanted to know your opinon on anything, i wouldn't be in my fucking car--i'd be in a coffee shop with some bongo drums, snapping away at your anti-war wax poetic rhetoric....
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lastly.....while i was waiting for my lunch to be prepared, i was sitting and watching the asian population of cleveland unite. okay, i was texting about 5 people.......but either way.....a 5'3'' asian man walks in with......not a pack of smokes....but a whole fucking carton! dear god, that's addiction.
18 comments:
even when my cars were old and shitt, I didn't have bumper stickers on them.
my first car, a 76 Pinto hatchback (in 1986), was ugly-ass yellow and I did have a big letter "D" on each door ... cuz that was what my name was in high school "Big D" ... LOL
I do have a sticker on my window. I says "Press." heh.
oh, and when I was smoking, I always had at least 2 packs on me, plus an "emergency" pack in the truck ... and yes, I bought 'em by the carton
dzer: me too when i was smoking... always had the spare pack.
and yes buttah i really was that addicted
i only like the darwin fish... but that's not a sticker it's an ornament and evne then i don't have one
hahaha vista cruiser!!
those rock!!
I wish I could rig something up in the back of my pickup ... so when I press a button ... a big "fuck you" finger would pop up ... that would rock.
i want a scrolling message
plasterd on the rear view window
so i can type in shit and it'll scroll across for the people who are fucking up behind me
that's even better than my idea!
wonder who much that would cost .... I could put it where my tailgate used to be ...
"if you can read this ... you're literate! but you're still a shitty driver!"
"GET OFF MY ASS COCKSUCKER"
somehow i think that'd be my favorite.
yea teresa took down her blog BMK....
I drive fast. Prefer people who do. I'm the bitch that'll close you in between a semi if you ride my ass though. :)
those belts are so gay though.....
but on a car? not gay!
goddamnit you homosexual Murph.
DUDE!! i miss you!!
actually no...they make me tingle in my groin area....
he makes clayton look normal sized
holocaustic is the new black
220 sucks ... take it from me.
also people who don't pay attention and don't signal
i could KILL them
220?!!
murph. NO!!!
I remember 220 ... I think I was 12 ... LMAO
aww yeah dzer you're 6'5 dude
Anything stuck on my vehicle would drive me nuts... Keep all that shit to yourself!
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