I've got a bullshit situation to deal with. F stressing me out majorly. Practical solution would just be to move, but my messed up value-system, and my bad temper, may conspire me to take "inappropriate" actions.
A real ********** has moved into the place where I'm renting. Just a house I've been in for a couple of years; rent is great in this over-priced city of Toronto. This prick has rattled my cage and screwed over others who live here (whom I can't avoid feeling some empathy towards, after living with them for awhile -- anyone have a cure for conscience?).
Landlord's F fault. Asshole just got out of jail on an assault charge. Immature, even for 21 years old (no offense to any youngsters), and clearly thinks he invincible. I've called his bluff a few times, when he's pushed me, but I'm getting too old for this chit. Prick is starting to make me feel old, probably for the first time in my life. I'm 35 now, in probably the worst shape of my life, and I'm presently attempting to get my chit together, so to speak, and try to find a strategy for keeping my sanity for whatever time I've got left.
I USED to be closely associated with some bikers. That is the temptation that I face now. Not the "practical" solution, but perhaps the only one that some idiots understand. I hate getting the authorities involved in my problems - not that such is an option so far - as my experiences in dealing with them, in the past, haven't been enjoyable.
Was thinking about the Corleone quote, from III, I think it was:
"Every time I try and get out...they pull me back in"
I'm sick of having to, or being tempted to, deal with useless pricks in such a fashion. My only solution is to move and get away from both prick and temptation. Another problem remains this city itself; the prick per capita level is way to high here ... probably true about any overpopulated city.
Not sure why I wrote this here, though. I guess this was just another temptation, and one that following shouldn't get me into any doghouse. Getting harder and harder to tell these days. Maybe do me some good to get it off my chest (not like I haven't already spoken to some friends and family, if for no other reason than to chill my adrenaline surge).
What the hell.
I've recently given up on ethics, academically.
Now it's time to either seriously dismantle my conscience or else find a nice hole to lock myself into.
This too shall -p-a-s-s- last
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse
and I don't know why you been bringing me down
(G'N'R-Use Your Illusion I-Dead Horse)
Now your messin' with a son-of-a-bitch
(Nazareth-Hair of the Dog-Hair of the Dog)
A real ********** has moved into the place where I'm renting. Just a house I've been in for a couple of years; rent is great in this over-priced city of Toronto. This prick has rattled my cage and screwed over others who live here (whom I can't avoid feeling some empathy towards, after living with them for awhile -- anyone have a cure for conscience?).
Landlord's F fault. Asshole just got out of jail on an assault charge. Immature, even for 21 years old (no offense to any youngsters), and clearly thinks he invincible. I've called his bluff a few times, when he's pushed me, but I'm getting too old for this chit. Prick is starting to make me feel old, probably for the first time in my life. I'm 35 now, in probably the worst shape of my life, and I'm presently attempting to get my chit together, so to speak, and try to find a strategy for keeping my sanity for whatever time I've got left.
I USED to be closely associated with some bikers. That is the temptation that I face now. Not the "practical" solution, but perhaps the only one that some idiots understand. I hate getting the authorities involved in my problems - not that such is an option so far - as my experiences in dealing with them, in the past, haven't been enjoyable.
Was thinking about the Corleone quote, from III, I think it was:
"Every time I try and get out...they pull me back in"
I'm sick of having to, or being tempted to, deal with useless pricks in such a fashion. My only solution is to move and get away from both prick and temptation. Another problem remains this city itself; the prick per capita level is way to high here ... probably true about any overpopulated city.
Not sure why I wrote this here, though. I guess this was just another temptation, and one that following shouldn't get me into any doghouse. Getting harder and harder to tell these days. Maybe do me some good to get it off my chest (not like I haven't already spoken to some friends and family, if for no other reason than to chill my adrenaline surge).
What the hell.
I've recently given up on ethics, academically.
Now it's time to either seriously dismantle my conscience or else find a nice hole to lock myself into.
This too shall -p-a-s-s- last
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse
and I don't know why you been bringing me down
(G'N'R-Use Your Illusion I-Dead Horse)
Now your messin' with a son-of-a-bitch
(Nazareth-Hair of the Dog-Hair of the Dog)
