30 Days of Stuff I Hate and Want
Couldn't decide which I wanted to do more, so I'm doing both.
Hate: Day 1
Airports, with the exception of the fantastic people watching opportunities.
I hate just about everything involved in an airport. I hate the noise, I hate the cluster fuck that can be getting to and fro an airport. I hate checking in and having to pay for them to take my luggage. I hate security. DEAR LORD DO I HATE SECURITY. Why? Because its useless. I could make a weapon out of any number of non metallic materials and be home free. And all those fancy metal detectors didn't stop 9-11. And what have bag searches caused, other than massive headaches and a lot of thrown our knitting needles and nail clippers? Nothing. Nothing at all. Such a pain in the ass for nothing but the most basic illusion of safety. Meanwhile I have to stand in lines and take my shoes off and deal with the morons around me who don't understand the simple instructions. NO, take the laptop out of the bag. No, ALL THE WAY OUT. Damnit, we've been standing in this line for 45 minutes with a sign right there that explains all this, why have you not managed to prepare yourself?
And after security it's just another nightmare. Getting On The Plane. Someone will have to explain the logic of this system to me at some point. Because to me it makes no fucking sense. Why on earth do we have the people in the front of the plane get on first? So the rest of us have to file past them and get that snooty glance? So we get to see how comfortable they are? Wouldn't it make much more sense to let the people on the back of the plane get on first? Get them down there and situated and fill the plane going towards the entrance? Even better, lets fill the back and window seats of the plane first. That way we don't have that awkward "Uh..that's me. Sorry" then the person has to get up and block the isle and let you past them to your seat, holding everybody up....Ugh. It's fucking awful. The whole system is terrible. And of course, we're all morons who insist on behaving like the cattle we are treated as, making the whole problem so much worse.
If it weren't for the fact that airports usually take me to cool places and/or bring cool people to me, I would avoid them entirely.
Want: Day One
I want to win the lottery. I want copious amounts of money to come my way. I said this to Angela the other day, and I'm pretty sure it's not an original thought, but I wasn't consciously quoting anybody when I said it.
"They say money can't buy happiness. I'd like the opportunity to put that to the test."
And everybody says the same thing when you talk about winning the big lottos "Oh well the taxes are terrible". WTF? Ok, sure, the billboard says $200 Million, I know that's not what I'm going to get, I'm gonna get around half. Oh, gee, excuse me while I cry into my $100 million dollar pile of money.
I have a plan for that money too. I really do. I'm not going to go crazy with it. I'm going to keep working. I'm going to keep living a reasonable life. Oh, I'll have more fun, I'm sure of that. And my nearest and dearest will get very, very nice gifts. But I'm not going to buy a mansion and 15 insanely expensive cars and spend months of my life on a yacht in the Caribbean with a solid gold butler waiting on me hand and foot. I'm going to continue to do what I'm doing now, mostly. I'll just do it in a fully paid off car. In a fully paid for townhouse. And I won't have to sweat the day to day things. I'll spend more time being an artist and less time being a drone. I'll write big donation checks to worthwhile arts organizations. I may travel a bit more. But otherwise, I'll just be me.
Hate: Day 1
Airports, with the exception of the fantastic people watching opportunities.
I hate just about everything involved in an airport. I hate the noise, I hate the cluster fuck that can be getting to and fro an airport. I hate checking in and having to pay for them to take my luggage. I hate security. DEAR LORD DO I HATE SECURITY. Why? Because its useless. I could make a weapon out of any number of non metallic materials and be home free. And all those fancy metal detectors didn't stop 9-11. And what have bag searches caused, other than massive headaches and a lot of thrown our knitting needles and nail clippers? Nothing. Nothing at all. Such a pain in the ass for nothing but the most basic illusion of safety. Meanwhile I have to stand in lines and take my shoes off and deal with the morons around me who don't understand the simple instructions. NO, take the laptop out of the bag. No, ALL THE WAY OUT. Damnit, we've been standing in this line for 45 minutes with a sign right there that explains all this, why have you not managed to prepare yourself?
And after security it's just another nightmare. Getting On The Plane. Someone will have to explain the logic of this system to me at some point. Because to me it makes no fucking sense. Why on earth do we have the people in the front of the plane get on first? So the rest of us have to file past them and get that snooty glance? So we get to see how comfortable they are? Wouldn't it make much more sense to let the people on the back of the plane get on first? Get them down there and situated and fill the plane going towards the entrance? Even better, lets fill the back and window seats of the plane first. That way we don't have that awkward "Uh..that's me. Sorry" then the person has to get up and block the isle and let you past them to your seat, holding everybody up....Ugh. It's fucking awful. The whole system is terrible. And of course, we're all morons who insist on behaving like the cattle we are treated as, making the whole problem so much worse.
If it weren't for the fact that airports usually take me to cool places and/or bring cool people to me, I would avoid them entirely.
Want: Day One
I want to win the lottery. I want copious amounts of money to come my way. I said this to Angela the other day, and I'm pretty sure it's not an original thought, but I wasn't consciously quoting anybody when I said it.
"They say money can't buy happiness. I'd like the opportunity to put that to the test."
And everybody says the same thing when you talk about winning the big lottos "Oh well the taxes are terrible". WTF? Ok, sure, the billboard says $200 Million, I know that's not what I'm going to get, I'm gonna get around half. Oh, gee, excuse me while I cry into my $100 million dollar pile of money.
I have a plan for that money too. I really do. I'm not going to go crazy with it. I'm going to keep working. I'm going to keep living a reasonable life. Oh, I'll have more fun, I'm sure of that. And my nearest and dearest will get very, very nice gifts. But I'm not going to buy a mansion and 15 insanely expensive cars and spend months of my life on a yacht in the Caribbean with a solid gold butler waiting on me hand and foot. I'm going to continue to do what I'm doing now, mostly. I'll just do it in a fully paid off car. In a fully paid for townhouse. And I won't have to sweat the day to day things. I'll spend more time being an artist and less time being a drone. I'll write big donation checks to worthwhile arts organizations. I may travel a bit more. But otherwise, I'll just be me.