Well, after taking a gander at my stats today it became painfully obvious that, unless I post something new, people aren’t just going to continue to come over here to reread the same week-old shit over and over again.
That kinda sucks because it means I really have to write something. And I’ve got nothin’. Nothing, zilch, zero.
It’s not for lack of trying, kids. Mama’s been LOOKING for inspiration but it’s hiding. Oh, there’s plenty of negative inspiration I could write about – like teenage boys for instance. Since I QUIT SMOKING (thank you very much), I’ve been back at my usual hike and bike trail with the doggie in the afternoons, and right now the high school cross country boys are doing some of their training there. This means that Coco and I can be walking along, him at the end of the 10′ leash, smelling and pissing on everything, and all of a sudden a pack of teenage boys comes trotting around the bend which means I have to reel the dog in lest he tangle himself up the the boys’ feet and cause a massive cross country pile up. I don’t mind – really – it just kind of fucks up the zen state I was striving for. And they don’t even really move aside much, which is kind of rude if you ask me. Yesterday it wasn’t the cross country boys that pissed me off – it was a pack of 5 regular mooky-type 15 year olds (I’m guessing 15, because 16 year olds boys would normally be in a car, terrorizing me on the streets instead on the hike and bike trail). I’m walking the dog as usual and I see these boys ahead of me, standing around on the trail doing typical teenage boy shit – clowning around, pushing each other, talking to their peeps on the cell phone. I’m gaining on them fast because I’m walking for EXERCISE and they’re just standing there. Normal people (this does not include teenage boys) would move – right? Not them. I had to walk around them which didn’t sit well with me.
What is it about teenage boys that gives them their sense of ownership about everything?
I had a teenage boy so I know this isn’t a figment of my imagination. Teenage boys like to take up space. They get off on the territorial, “this is my fucking space and I’m not moving, so there” attitude. They seem to NEED to do this.
I wonder: Is this how men took over the world? Did they just plop down and refuse to move?
Or am I just pissed because I quit smoking?