Dyspepsia

DYSPEPSIA

First of all, allow me to clear my throat. Ehhhhhhh em. OK, now it’s post time. I have a little something on my mind I’d like to talk about today that I’m sure each and every one of you can relate to or have been victimized by. Now the point of these words that I’m about to recite, is to call out all the playa’s and snuff em out like an unattended campfire. I particularly am a “playa hata”. And for those of you that are playa’s, recognize the fact that we know who you are and your presence is only mandatory to your fat, bloated, self righteous ego. This may sound a bit extreme, but someone has to shower you with truth. It might as well be me. OK. Onward and upward….
I don’t know why it is, but I keep on running into a repetitive commonality in my life. I meet women, they give me every single sign in the planet that they are interested in me, then I come to find out that they are either married, engaged, or have a significant other. Do I have a bull’s-eye on my back? Why does this happen? I’m sure if you’re a guy (or gal) you’ve fallen prey to this particular sequence of events before. Hey, I’m a straight shooter, and I will never be accused of being at a loss of words. So allow me to retort to my own inquiry.
This to me is nothing but a pile of twice chewed bubble gum stuck to the sole of a work boot that was just worn out on the prairie to feed the animals. There is no reason for this in today’s society. If you are involved with someone, MAKE IT OBVIOUS. Don’t give someone the wrong impression. I see far too often nowadays, people trying to catch the interest of the opposite sex just to prove to themselves that they still can. Not cool, not acceptable.
A lot of people might be afraid to talk about this subject matter, but that’s where I differ. I’ll touch on any issue I damn well see fit. I’m just being honest, and the last time I stuck my head out the window, I was in the United States of America. This gives me the license to talk smack whenever I want. I speak the truth and look at things from a common sense perspective. Enough said? Good.
There is also a whole other aspect to this complication. If you are engaged, married, or with someone that you don’t like, then LEAVE THEM!!!! Don’t be a damn fool, and don’t lead someone else on. One thing that really makes me break out in a rash is when I see women (or men) get mentally, physically, or emotionally abused by their significant other to a point of degradation hardly catagorizable by human words. This is very uncool and very unacceptable. What ultimately happens is, they break up and come running back on their hands and knees over and over and over again. You know who you are. I just have three letters for you......WHY? Do you REALLY like to be unhappy all the time? Do you like to go to bed at night worried? Do you like to wake up in the morning in fear, if you even slept at all? Do you like to go through a myriad of eating binges and starvation diets? Geeze, that sounds like fun!!! Do you know where this leads to? It leads to stomach cramps, mental lapses, lack of concentration, and a miserable person to deal with, inside and out. EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeenough!!!
Stand up for yourself. Lay down the law. Extend your middle fingers, split the guys uprights with your tibia, and say “You’re outta here Jack!” It’s that simple. Stop putting yourself through torture. Because when you go through torture, all those around you go through your torture as well. No one deserves this kind of treatment. Put us out of YOUR misery!
YOU have the power to change. Every day you wake up, you make a decision. Do I want to be happy or do I want to be sad? Choose happy. Clear the train tracks of all the thoughts, people and objects that are bringing you down. This will make the train run full steam ahead with no jell-o or juju b’s to get in your way.
Those are my thoughts on this topic. If you want to hate me, hate me. If you want to love me, love me. But if you do choose to hate me, at least love my body! I work my ass off for it.