Notes To Myself – January 15, 2018

Notes To Myself
January 15, 2018

Good morning and Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Yay! That means I have the day off as we pay homage to one of the greatest Civil Rights leaders of all time. Yeah, he wasn’t perfect, but he was the right person doing the right thing at the time and we are all better off for his efforts. Treating people differently because of something like skin color is just plain stupid and people who judge others based on the color of skin are stupid idiots. ‘Nuff said. The way people act towards others and behave, both in public and private, is reason enough to judge and critique. That stuff matters, but skin color and race? It’s just the cover of the human book. It’s the contents and what’s inside that matters.

I wonder though what King would think of how the world is today, with people taking his dream and his hard work and warping it to such crazy proportions. Would he agree with Black Lives Matter and their militant agendas? Would he shake the hand of his former associates like Jesse Jackson or John Conyers (D-SC) and their antics or the behaviour of people like Maxine Walters or race-baiter and habitual con-cartist / criminal Al Sharpton or be disgusted and shake his head in amazement and shame? I don’t think he’d be happy at the way things are today. Not at all. And a large amount of the blame can be placed at the feet of the former President of the United States, the first “black President”, although Bill Clinton also claims that distinction in the eyes of some people. Obama and his rhetoric and playing the race card sent race relations in this country back almost twenty years and I don’t see things getting any better any time soon.

But enough of this. It’s Martin Luther King Jr. Day so enjoy the day off from work and go spend time with your family and friends and have a great day. And while your at it, take a few minutes and remember what King stood for and the good intentions he had. All men are created equal and should be judged by their actions and behavior rather than the color of their skin. Racism is stupid. Racists are stupid. And I’m going blank on where I was headed with this, but I think I’ve aleady said everything that needs to be said on this topic for now. Now, on with the column before I run out of time.

This is called “Notes To Myself” and what it is, literally, is a listing of several notes that I’ve written to myself about great ideas or topics that I would like to write about for the site, but just haven’t gotten around to for some reason, mainly lack of time. So I write these notes to myself whenever an idea hits and then I stack them on my desk, next to the computer and for the most part, that’s as far as they go. But in this particular piece, maybe once or twice a month, I’ll go through my lists and notes and talk briefly about them here. That way, even if I never actually do the full and drawn out piece for each topic that I wanted to do originally, I’ve still kind of, sort of covered the topic here at the site. It’s not a perfect system and it’s a work in progress, but I’ll take what I can get. And it also helps me clean some of the clutter off my desk so there’s that part of it too, definitely a good thing. So, let’s do this…

Notes To Myself…

The first “note” says Medicine and side-effects. This comes from a conversation I had with my co-worker about how they have these “miracle medicines” on television and do the advertising for these wonder drugs, but then when they start listing the possible side-effects, they’re worse than the actual disease or issue the drug is supposed to cure. It’s like, this pill cures heartburn,but will make you break out in hives, lose your hair and want to commit mass genocide. Or this one cures depression, but will cause liver failure. Just crazy stuff to be sure. I’ll save this one because it will make a great, long form piece of literary magic one day.

Why do women slap themselves on the top of the head? This is a black woman thing, but I’ve seen it so many times. A woman was in the store this past weekend and was patting herself on the head, smack after smack after smack, it looked like she was playing bongo drums. And it wasn’t light little smacks either. It was hardcore pounding and bee-bopping. What the hell? I know it’s supposed to help with itching and what nots, but it looks crazy and messed up. Would someone please explain to me why the women do it? Why use a hair product or wear a wig or anything that requires you to beat yourself in the skull to make it bearable? I don’t get it.

This note I wrote was an idea about placing ads on MeetMe, Craigslist, and a few other social media / dating sites about trying to find a good man for me to start dating and maybe go out with. Then I would blog about my experiences, the responses to the ads, etc. I’m tired of being alone all the time and single and I figured that this would be a way to meet new guys as well as have something to blog about. But then I realized something. Meeting people would involve actually “meeting new people” and being sociable and coming out of the house at times and actually interacting with people. Dougie don’t do that so the idea is shelved for now. I still need a good man in my life, but I’ll hold off on this particular experiment and option.

The song “Glory Days” came on the radio and I wrote myself a note that maybe I could do a blog about my own personal “glory days”. It might happen one day or it might not. The good old days weren’t always good and tomorrow ain’t as bad as it seems. Yes, I did just steal a line from a Billy Joel song. After all, I’m “keeping the faith” here. Songs on the radio are always sparking ideas in my warped little mind. Only a few ever actually see the light of day though.

And I’m quitting here. Only one actual “note to myself” has been eliminated from the stack, but between my phone constantly going off, being interrupted by family members asking about people I don’t know and subjects I could care less about and a few other things, I’ve run out of time for myself. I have to go pick up for the Food Bank at Food Lion now and run a few other errands and while it shouldn’t take long, I know better. The world is conspiring against me and no one wants me to write or so it seems. I’m glad I don’t depend upon my writing to make a living and pay my bills because no one will leave me alone and in peace long enough to actually get anything actually written. I guess I need to move my computer to an isolated place, throw away or turn off my phone and just vanish first if I ever actually want to be able to write without interruptions. It sure as hell isn’t going to happen around here.

Okay, I know I’m whining and getting bitchy. I was almost in the zone and in the mood to be creative, but it’s gone now. They killed it. I’ll just call my creative efforts “Kenny” from here on in cause, “OMG! You Killed Kenny! You Bastards!”. I’ll probably be back this afternoon or tonight to try to do a “Notes To Myself”, Part II. Thanks for reading thus far though. Any comments, thoughts, ideas for future pieces here at the site, dirty jokes or anything really, please give me feedback and let me know, either with the comment button or at my personal e-mail, I’m out of here for now. Take care and stay safe.



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