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Those Aren’t My Pants, Officer!

Businessman Hiding Face Not My Fault

A 38 year-old male lives in a small camper trailer in his mother’s driveway, has no job, doesn’t not want to do anything with his life, and tells his mother that it’s NOT his fault because he’s disabled.  Now before judgement is passed, understand that this claim of being “disabled” is a recent claim he has made and there is no documentation or substantiation to this claim.  Prior to this sudden revelation, he would get a part time job, keep it for about 6 months and suddenly “lose” the job through, amazingly, no fault of his own and then he would collect unemployment.  Once unemployment ran out, the cycle would repeat itself over and over and over for 20 years.  But nothing is his fault!

We are very good at declaring, and believing, that nothing is our fault, that we bear no responsibility for any of our actions or words.  The liar is not responsible for his lies, no matter who they hurt or whose reputation or life is destroyed, because he claims it’s not his fault he spoke without checking the truth.

The drunk driver who kills someone claims it’s not his fault because the bar served him the alcohol or because his mommy and daddy never taught him the difference between right and wrong.

If we are truly not responsible for our deeds and words then who is?

Here’s what I witnessed when I went as a civilian ridealong with one of my friends who is a police officer.  A young male was pulled over for a traffic violation (failure to stop at a stop sign).  The officer approached the car (while I stayed put in the car watching the dash cam recording).  The officer stated that there is the strong smell of marijuana and alcohol coming from the car and asks the young man to exit the vehicle.  The young man gets out, the officer does a “pat down” to check for weapons but finds almost 1/4 of a pound bag of marijuana in the young man’s front pocket.  The following conversation ensued:

Officer: “Is this yours?”

Young Man:“Dude, ain’t never seen that before! These ain’t even my pants.”

Officer: “Not your pants? Then whose are they?”

Young Man: “Dude, I was at a party and when I got ready to hit the road I just picked them up and put them on.”

Officer: “But you don’t know whose pants these are?”

Young Man: “No Sir! I have NO idea whose pants these are or how that weed got in my pocket.”

Officer: “So they’re not your pants but the pockets are yours?”

Young Man: “Nah Man! Ain’t my pants!”

Officer: “Help me out here…you went to a party where pants are not allowed or were you there as a male stripper or what kind of party was it?”

Young Man: “Nah man! These are my cousin’s pants.  Yeah, these are my cousin’s pants.”

Officer: “What’s your cousin’s name?”

Young Man: “Ah man, I don’t know her name!”

Officer: “So you’re wearing ladies pants?”

This conversation went on for half an hour until another officer came on scene to assist.  Eventually, it was discovered that the name tag sewn into the waistband of the pants was the same name as the young man and the same name on the ID card he had provided.  But the young man continued to blame everyone else for his actions instead of stepping up and taking responsibility.

When I was growing up, my Dad taught me very early on that if I did something wrong, I needed to take responsibility for it.  If I did it, and took responsibility for it, the punishment (which was painful) would be a LOT less than if I lied about it.  Granted, I had to learn this lesson the hard way, but it only took once.

Yet taking responsibility for our words and deeds is still something our society refuses to accept.  We love playing the “Blame Game.”


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Blah BLah BLAH!!!

I am, by nature, a contemplative.  That means I’m pretty much an introvert and speak little.  I love a good read and because of that I can be somewhat verbose in my writing.  I’ve never been able, however, to master the “art” or “skill” or “perfectly dreadful annoyance” of chit chat or small talk. Don’t get me wrong, I can carry on a conversation, but I much prefer conversations with substance and depth, sprinkled with bits of dry humor.

I’ve never been one to understand the “need” to fill every moment with words which seem to have no point.  I overhear conversations every day that almost cause me cringe as my nerves die slowly and painfully along with any intellect which may have found its way within my cranial capacities.

Here are some examples of aforementioned actual conversations I have overheard:

  • “Getting your arm ripped off……that must really REALLY hurt.  What color were her nails? Because THAT would be the worst!”
  • “And then I was all like, like, like, y’know?”
  • “You haven’t seen that movie yet?  Dude, you are SO gonna freak when……….”
  • “And then <insert child or grandchild’s name here> did (or said) the CUTEST thing!  I know I told you already, but I’ve just GOT to tell you again.”

Other topics that might cause me to walk away include:

  • The frequency of your bodily functions. – As long as your plumbing works, I’m good with not knowing about it.  If it doesn’t work, I’ll visit you in hospital.
  • Your personal grooming habits. – While I’m all in favor of keeping the parks and playgrounds under control and maintained, the fact remains, unless I’m going to be enjoying the parks and playgrounds, I’m not interested in how often they’re maintained.
  • Anything having to do with “Reality TV.” – I’m not against people making a buck, but if I want to see reality, I’m not looking at a television.  I watch television in order to escape reality.
  • Unrequested cooking lessons – I actually had a person lecture me for 30 minutes on how their way of preparing Brussel Sprouts was the absolute best.  Two issues I had with this exchange: 1) you just spoiled my beer enjoyment and 2) I don’t eat Brussel Sprouts.
  • Lectures on the bad effects of coffee. – Do not, and let me repeat DO NOT, presume that I will for a single instant listen to this diatribe without punching you in the throat!  Coffee is good!

I am quite certain there are many other topics which hold no fascination or intent on my part of enjoining.  While I will respect the need to talk of those who are so driven, I ask only that my desire to not engage in such be likewise respected.

Categories: Hmmmmm........, Koffee Klatch, Wandering Mind | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 33 Comments

Mental Moodlings

What a weekend!  While galumphing about like a cross-eyed heffalump, I made a couple of discoveries over the weekend that you may (or mayn’t) be able to identify with, and it does prove that my hypothesis regarding the mind actually having not shorted completely out, still has the ability to stagger and amaze at times.

The first of my discoveries is in regard to the purpose of toes.  For some, toes are a wonderful place to paint. While others find them useful for picking things up as a great way to impress the party guests.  While still others find toes to be a great way to keep the shoes and socks upon ones feet.  However, while I admit to being dazzled and astounded (and occasionally disgusted and disturbed) by the uses people find for their toes, I have discovered the source of the Nile with regard to these lower digits.  The true purpose for toes, according to the painful research, is to find the corners of furniture in a darkened room.  I made this bone breaking discovery after apparently (accidentally) attempting to score a goal with the corner of the coffee table.  Many hops, vile words, and clinching of teeth later, I managed to make a matching set when attempting to walk around the opposite side.  Thus leading to more volcanic vocabularic vileties and ending with my flopping on the floor like the last gasp of the caught catfish.

My second discovery, in much the same vein, involved fingers and papercuts.  Paper doesn’t seem to like fingers much.  Perhaps it’s just me, but that’s been my experience anyway.  After nearly lopping off a pointer or two with the razor sharp edge of a page and the apparent (and suddenly intense) attention of every surface in the universe due to the number of times I managed to smack the incision, dribble some stinging substance in it, and all around anguish it caused when words I thought I had long ago locked away suddenly burst forth with such vehemence that I feared for the ears of the neighbors.

My third, and thankfully final, discovery of the weekend, proved that the theorem which says “There’s no such thing as a stupid question” is completely a lie.  Well, perhaps it’s not so much the question that is inhibited as it could be the person posing said question.  Enter my friend, Pete.  I met up with some friends at a local watering hole, and Pete, seeing the bandage on my fingers, gazed straight into my eyes and, in all seriousity, posed the following inquiry: “Did you get hurt?”  It was at this moment that the split second decision moodled about my mind shrieking with hysterical (and psychotic) laughter of a maniac, or banshee, or some maniacal banshee, and I truly wanted to reach out ever so calmly, and punch Pete in the face. It is just such moments that cause me to question the validity of claim that everyone has a brain.  Perhaps ’tis true, and perhaps Pete merely shifted his into neutral (or reverse) for a moment, or perhaps Pete’s mind had decided against taking the train and opted for the rolling scooter chair.  Whatever the case may be, the ill timed inquiry was truly testing of my faltering sanity.

But enough about me, how was YOUR weekend?

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