Funsuckers

     Well. Here I set. I have been pretty busy the last few months with my new job. I felt like I would benefit from taking a second job to "fill in the gaps" left by my first job. I wanted to get licensed to help my friends and family find and sell homes and property and make some supplemental income. My wreath owns and operates a very well established Real Estate agency here in town and they made me a cozy spot in a corner office with a view. I'm blessed. I worked my ass off to get licensed and I have to say, it wasn't easy getting here. But now I am working hard to blaze a path to being the best I can be at what I do. I still focus my first efforts on my marketing business because its what I want to do with the rest of my life. I absolutely love it. I literally enjoy every single aspect of it, so I figure that is where I truly belong at the end of the day, but I am attracted to what Real Estate has to offer. I have the flexibility to come and go as I wish. I set my own pace and it gives me the freedom to do both. It seems like it will always challenge me to try harder and learn more and I am part of an outstanding team that will help me achieve as much as I can as professionally as I can. That in itself excites me. The challenge will be learning to pick and choose what clients I want to deal with and which agents I want to avoid. But that will work itself out.

     That being the case, I haven't had a lot of spare time as usual. So I've managed to stay away from the social media I usually keep up with...until the last couple of weeks. I know, everyone has an opinion on elections and as my friend says, "we are hopelessly divided" as a country. I'm not real sure I put much thought into that statement until today. People literally are divided right down the middle with very little give. Especially on local election topics. It's scary! So any-hoo I have apparently started my manstrual cycle or something because I can usually keep my attitude in check. Today? Not so much. And here's what started it first.
   
Facebook Post from an old friend:

"The next generation will never know the meaning of "I'm going to the line!" The term has been lost."

I read this and immediately understood what he was saying. I mean, for all of us that grew up here, that was the norm. People to this day come from out of town and hear you say it and ask you what you mean. They can't comprehend that you actually have to drive to the counties edge to get a six-pack or a bottle of wine. Dry counties are out there but are very few and far between. So that little phrase will be one of those that we remember until the end of our time. Kinda struck a cord of nostalgia with me. We grew up as teenagers wondering who we were gonna get to drive down to Springdale or up to the Package store and "try to buy some beer". So while tripping down memory lane at 6 am I chime in with some comic relief.

My response -
"They'll still know what it's like to try and get someone out front to buy em a sixer tho!"

Next response from who I assume is a moron -
"...and they will know what it is like to have their family and finances destroyed by alcohol. Those that profit off of liquor must be really excited...who cares about the lives and families that will be destroyed...they get to make some paper money!!!"

     Really? REALLY? First off FunSucker, kindly shut up. If you really think that those magical walls called "The Line" keep those "families" from buying enough booze to "destroy" themselves your f**king stupid. I truly feel for you and the impact that having a liquor store 5 minutes closer must threaten your life. "Whoa is me. The whole county has gone to hell because are allowing people to buy beer and take it home versus going to the nearest restaurant down the street and drinking themselves to a stooper and driving home." Not real sure how you have survived this long... As for me and what seems to be an overwhelming majority of Benton County, we will keep our millions of dollars a year in revenue that is currently being shipped to Washington County or Missouri and use it however we see fit. WE ALREADY BUY IT. Geez. Good news is, there are still some dry counties you can move to that may not even have an Applebees where people are exposing their kids to the ways of the devil. Buh-bye.

     As for the presidential race? Serious? Your going to get on your social networking sites and barrage opposing political party members with name calling, slander them and accuse them of damning the nation into socialism or supporting the rich at the expense of the poor? Do ya think your taking it a touch too far? Go back and read some of your posts and then imagine HALF of your friends are the ones your talking to. Are you the type to pick friends based on their political affiliation? Me either. I have friends that obviously voted for different sides, and I still love them. I wouldn't call them out unless they were ignorant like the guy I mentioned above!!!  Anyway. They each have a reason to cast their vote the way they see fit. The problems start when you call each other out for supporting a different party or start mouthing off about shit that doesn't make any sense.  Be smart. Don't do it. Funny part is, not even 24 hours pass and they are asking everyone to "be nice". Whatever. Choose a stance. Keep your friends, because in the end that guy or gal you pissed off may be the ones with all the guns and ammo if the shit does hit the fan.

     Then there is our divorcing friends. Seems there are a lot of them going on. I've been there. I know how it works. You both divide up your belongings, decide who gets the house, the dog, the boat, settle the visitation schedule for the kids, split up your pool of friends into who "never really liked the other one anyway"....and start fighting like your life will end if you stop. I have always tried my best to comfort each person involved and let them hear the typical "if you need anything" bullshit line we always give. Down deep?  We really just want you to shut up, stop whining about the other, and call us up when your boo-boo is all better. Trust me. Everyone is tired of hearing about it within 2 days of you starting. Just remember, never decide that you will involve me in your bullshit bickering and then say that typical line; "I hate that I have to do this, but he/she gave me no choice". Are you f**king serious?? That shit will come around and kick your ass. Hide and watch. At this critical point in the conversation you need a swift kick in the crotch and forced to lick the toilet rim at the nearest truck stop. Don't try to drag your friends into your bullshit divorce. We may be all you have left at some point. Just like a dog; don't shit where you sleep. You screwed each other into marriage, so unscrew it yourselves. And most of all guys, never.. I repeat, NEVER let your new hooch of a girlfriend to grab your phone and handle your conversation. This makes you a complete pussy (sorry ladies) and all your manly privileges should be immediately revoked. You know who you are. I assume you will read this, and yes, I am talking about you...get a spine. Maybe that's why your first marriage failed. Buy yourself some big boy britches and put the damn things on.

     Proposition 5? You turned it down? Really? It's pretty lame that people wont allow pot to be prescribed, taxed and used for treatment of pain to those who need it. I can only assume that the Pfizer's have you believing they've got it under control, right? Sure, I get it. People will abuse it. You're right! They will. But people abuse cocain, heroin, booze and pills everyday too. But ask yourself this; "When was the last time you remember seeing a hostile, out off control stoner that had to be tazed?" Here's to hoping that you don't get a terminal, painful cancer that you wish you had more options for besides pills.

     I'm not sure what putting this into words does for me in the end, but getting a chance to say what I'm thinking makes me feel better. I simply refuse to be the guy that stands by and gets in line. Believing the theory of "that's just the way it works" doesn't fly with me. People seem content to say that you should just take it the way it comes. But are those the ones dishing it out their way? More than likely. To them, I hold my middle finger firm.

Like it or not, that's just me. Peace, love and Wet Counties!

   
J.C.


   
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