Sunday, July 26, 2009

Too Much

Having just stood on line for half an hour at a Wal-Mart for a couple of cans of spray paint and a bag of onions, it's probably not a good time to blog. That half-assed operation treats its customers like cattle and is completely insensitive to normal retail procedures. I'm finished with that parasite; too many excruciating check-out experiences - there's not enough staff, the management could care less, and there's no express egress - it's really too much.

Certainly shouldn't feel critical about much else, but the too muchness has me going anyway. The erstwhile friend is MIA and, though I'm resigned to that, I've got to say, though there was minimal repartee of strictly business measure, I miss her.

Once a girl asked me to go to Scotland with her. I told her preferred my job. She, an impulsive person incognizent of how such an invitation might throw someone for a loop, lost interest consequently. When I told her I'd miss her, she said I didn't even know her. Ay carrrrumba! Too much.

They don't take responsibility for their actions.

Existentially speaking, you've got to be responsible for the feelings manipulated by them. Nothing new there, and easy enough to move on but one can just as easily think that had they any decency you'd be given the opportunity to articulate the respective dialectic.

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