Decade of Cluelessness
Season of Chaos
The Lost Years
Intervals of Brilliant Mistakes and Joyous Episodes
100,000 Mile Reality Check
Brief Moment of Clarity
Period of Adjustment
This, of course, is only an overview of my life, but it hits the major milestones. I suspect most people experience similar timelines, immersing themselves a bit more or less in one stage or another. It’s only natural.
This morning, on my way out the door I thought to myself how very fortunate I am. Fortunate that life’s traumas haven’t done too much lasting damage. That’s what I like to think anyway. I am fortunate that there have been so many people in my life who have made me want to do better, try harder. Some of those people know who they are. Some have no idea what kind of impact they have had on me. It’s probably for the best.
At this point in my life I know some things about myself. I am an enthusiastic problem solver who responds creatively to challenging situations. I seldom let rules or standard procedures interfere with finding new ways to use existing systems to come up with solutions to problems. At times I can be impatient and am unapologetic for it because encountering any of the following causes visceral pain:
- Incompetence preceded or followed by lame excuses
- Intentional deception
- Drivers who text behind the wheel, eat soup while driving, or cannot seem to get their dumb asses in gear, even when I’m laying on the horn after they have been alerted that they drifted into my lane or the light has changed
- Sitting in traffic for extended periods because some dumb ass caused an accident
Let me give you an example of how I would fix this problem by modifying the existing system. Dumb asses who text behind the wheel of a vehicle on all public roadways should be required to display signage in the rear window of their vehicles that says, “DUMB ASS TEXTER ON BOARD.” Instead of swerving all over the road flashing their God Is My Co-Pilot bumper sticker, they should use the legs God gave ‘em and WALK. When they cause a traffic jam or an accident, they forfeit their driving PRIVILEGE for a year, attend weekly dumb ass (DA) meetings, AND are sentenced to 180 days of standing at a busy intersection holding a sign that says, “DUMB ASS TEXTER.”
Can you tell I’ve been in the car a lot lately?