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| I just made a long shit train with three or four powerful farts wedged in between the feces pieces.
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| It isn't often that I reminisce about my life and make those thoughts truly public, yet here I am... vulnerable to any random joe shmoe that happens to stumble upon this abandoned soapbox. For the longest time, I have thought that the rules of this Earth were merely based on coincidence. Success was attributed to those that worked for it, and also to those that were at the right place at the right time. Every experience, every happenstance, and everything else in between were just there because of our free will along with coincidence. To me, my image of my God was that of an overseer. An entity that believed in the concept of 'laissez-faire' or better yet, a God that didn't interfere with the affairs of us worthless mortals. How else could I have understood the notion of God loving those that chooses to love him on their own, regardless of their situations? I felt at peace, only because I knew that whatever happened to me, good or bad, was just an occurrence of life. God wasn't out to get me, nor was he necessarily favoring me in any way... considering he loves his creations equally. Except there's one catch. If our lives truly relied on the result of a coin toss, how are we... as humans, able to find any worth or satisfaction? I suppose we can measure that based on our fruits, but in the long run, does it matter? The longer I ponder this dilemma, the more depressed I get. I know I have a purpose. I believe that I'm here on this Earth at this very specific time for something. I just can't fathom what it is. And though it sounds like there are many questions, it all really boils down to something I can't deny much longer. There is a reason why we live through the lives we have. There's a reason for all the suffering, all the happiness, and once again, all that is in between. To find out what that reason is should be a lifelong passion. It's true that all will be revealed once we join our maker. What is it that compelled me to share anything so personal? Why now, when my last true entry was made more than a year ago? Honestly I have no idea. I made a stern decision on where my life is heading and made fervent plans bee-lining towards that destination... but somehow, coincidence or reason, life has gotten in the way. There must be a reason why I am where I am, and not yet going where I plan on going. Maybe during this rest stop, God has a lesson for me to learn. So for those of you that find yourselves in a similar boat, I say seize the day. Carpe Diem my friends and enjoy the pit stops. Know that regardless of how crummy or how great this moment is that it's only a fleeting one. Who knows when your train begins to move again towards it's final stop? Can I truly say that I believe that this is all part of a grand scheme to make me better? No... not yet, but that shouldn't hinder me from living a life asking questions. I realize that none of this really makes sense, and I accept that I'm just writing in the form of the vapid thoughts that pass by. Maybe someday I'll sit down and really polish this crap, but meh... to each their own.
Why am I here at this specific time and place? Why am I not getting what I expected at this very moment? Why are these people in my life right now? And what am I going to do about it?
Maybe God sent me here to be inspired and to inspire... and once that is fulfilled I shall pass to my true home. Maybe...
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| Thanks to store #1168, I have finally been broken. Rebuking peers, parents, and not even God has been able to humble my prideful ass... but somehow 1168 succeeded. Let me elaborate if you don't mind. Due to desperation I've gone against my beliefs and got a job in retail. Even though I'm not as much of someone's bitch as if I was a waiter... I'm still someone's lapdog. Through this experience I've gained a few nuggets of wisdom and I am bitter sweet about it. During my first couple shifts I was assigned in zone one which covers the main entrance. Not only is it the worst place to be stuck in, I have to meet and greet customers with a smile on my face. The company expects us all to be like Nina, the friendly African-American company standard. It's hard to do when I meet total douche bags who treat me like I'm below them. My icebreaker starts with "How are you?" and the answer (if I get one) is, "I'm just browsing." First of all, pay attention to my question jackass. I especially love it when I don't get a response at all to sweet kickers like "Look at all the snow, is it cold outside?" Maybe I don't speak up enough so I'm usually forgiving about that. What pisses me off the most though is when I ask to help them. If they say no I usually leave them be but then I'll see them tearing into the graphic t-shirt table for a XXL size shirt. WE DON'T EVEN MAKE ANY! Lose some weight fat ass! Now I'm stuck with reorganizing twenty different stacks of t-shirts because someone didn't realize that everything is already organized by size. To top it off, they already ignored my original offer of assistance. Trust me, I'm the fricken expert! I know the store better than your mom, you piece of crap. Lastly, don't go around unfolding shit, trying on tons of clothes, and not get anything. You're just wasting your time, and my time. Seriously... don't be an asshole. Usually it's the people who've never had a real job that act pull this sort of thing, and they don't realize how inconsiderate it is. So once again, thank you store #1168 for making me a little bit nicer and more considerate to my fellow man. At least now I treat employees of other establishments with respect... like God ordered us to.
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| I stood on my feet for 5 hours straight with only a bowl of Rice
Krispies and some stale cookies festering in my belly. I was starving.
My co-workers and I dreamt of dancing Burger King french fries,
mouth-watering Arby's Roast Beef and Cheddar sandwiches, and clumps of
Kitchen Fresh Chicken strips goozing down our throats.
OOooh, I
was near death when my shift ended. The first thing I did was drive
over to KFC because... yes although I craved a nice heat lamp soaked
Filet O'Fish from McDonalds, I wanted chicken.
The drive-thru
looked like it would take ten minutes (TOO LONG!) and letting my car
sit idly would just burn more premium fuel than necessary... sooo I
just walked right in thinking I'd be walking right back out. Bad move
Andre, bad move. I was at the back of the bus, and there was only a
small crew working behind the register. Thankfully the cashier was
fatter than Fiji. She was as swift as slime, and the four transactions
that took place before me... took thirty damn minutes to complete! My
God, do you know what you can do or think about in that time span? You
can watch an episode of Seinfeld *and* successfully clip your
fingernails, toenails, pubes and head lice. Since I was stuck in the
confines of this train, I just thought about how tubby everyone was.
Chicken may be a healthy alternative to kabob pig meat, but my
goodness... when it's battered the good old Sanders way with the
original recipe... them people just drink the stuff down like water.
Going
off on a tangent, I also had thoughts about people who get into car
accidents. Those people are damn selfish... because they keep thousands
of people from getting to their destinations on time.
The Crispy strips were well worth the wait, but the popcorn chicken needed a little more oomph to em.
By the way, I don't hate fat people.
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