Weeds

Hopefully in a few weeks time I will be eating my own words, but I can tell you now that watching the TV show Weeds is doing my head in. From accounts, the TV show has won many awards, but I can't fathom as to why. Now bear in mind that I'm writing this post, in relation to Season 1 and the start of Season 2.

The characters are down right despicable. I just don't understand why you would write about characters that make you hate them. The children of the family are brats; don't get me wrong, I'm an impetuous child myself, but I never acted, or thought in such a way, that would make me think that to make a girl stay with me, would be to purposely knock her up, or think that just because someone is deaf, it gives them an advantage as to what university she would go to.

My biggest gripe is the lead character herself, Nancy Botwin, who is a drug dealer, slinging marijuana in suburbia; everyone knows she deals, the children, the housekeeper, her partner, pretty much everyone, and for some reason, it doesn't even phase her. I thought drug dealing would be something that you would like less people to know about. But in the show, it's quite the opposite. I'm no drug dealer, but I would have thought that introducing your business partner in growing marijuana to your life partner who so happens to be a DEA agent, would be ringing many alarm bells. Apparently not.

Am I missing the picture here? Is it really a social commentary of what marijuana does to people; make them oblivious, and reckless, to their own actions, or lack of logic and common sense? Maybe it's a self loathing outlet, for the show's creators, and is really playing a joke on everyone else, showing how people are so flawed. I've heard of the saying, 'someone you would love to hate', but this is kicking it into overdrive, and the love is being lost at an exponential rate; it's becoming 'someone you just hate'.

I know I sound like a little biatch, but I'm still going to watch the rest of the seasons, since I've got them all (Maybe I should have watched the first couple of episodes, before jumping the gun to get them all!). Hopefully it will pick up; surely millions of people, awards, and respected critics can't all be wrong, right? Unless they're all having a date with Mary Jane.

It Can Only Get Worse

Sometimes you think you're down and out, and that things can't get any worse, and you look back and think, why me? Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying invalidate your feelings of injustice, and frustration, but just remember that someone out there has it worse off than you.

Having one of those conversations in the kitchen, it's quite surprising to find out that someone else actually has it worse off at work; his manager is unbearable to work with contradicting everything that she has set him out to do, like take the initiative, only to be told, why, and conversely to be more reserved, and then get blasted for not taking the initiative; a situation you can't win.

For the past couple of days, every time that I see him walk past, his face gets longer and longer; not physically, but figuratively. And I'm not going to place this treatment on him, due to his race, which could easily be done, but it would be a case of playing the race card for no real reason. It's a pure case of political positioning, where one person is threatened by a person of equal standing, but due to the circumstances, has been allowed to retain authority; it's a case of showing who's boss.

My point of the matter is, if you think you've got it bad, somebody out there has it much worse; it only hits home if you actually know that person. I guess that's why I'm always putting myself down, because it makes people around you feel just that more better about them self.

Can't Beat Them....

Ever heard of that saying, 'If you can't beat them, just join them'? I was never a big fan of that saying, because to me it meant that you just couldn't care enough to fight the good fight; that it's easier to lay down your arms, and join the side that you're fighting against, metaphorically speaking.

But sometimes, and excuse another proverb, you have to pick your battles; some are worth fighting for, and some just aren't worth your time. And that's what it feels like at work.

I was probably the most enthusiastic in the office, having a upbeat spirit about things, things that I would do to change it up and make it something better. That was then, and this is now. At the height of my enthusiasm, it was my highest point in naivety (or stupidity, which ever you prefer), to think that things can be changed. But time and time again, I was proven wrong. You can't help people that don't want to help themselves.

I think places need young blood, to keep the culture going. I might be a ageist, or generationalist in saying so, but I think you need a mixture of older and younger people. The good thing about the older people, is that they generally have a better understanding of how things work, since they've been there over time to take note of the ins and outs; the down side is that they get comfortable with the status quo, and generally like to make it easier for themselves, and what better way than to not change.

On the other hand, you have younger people. Filled with spirit, motivation, enthusiasm, and a willingness to improve (now I'm being really generally here...), but the down side is the hubris normally associated with them. Everything is too slow, or inadequate to put up with; everything is beneath them.

It's all political I know, but I suppose no one really cares about the benefits of both. Shame that people are so short sighted. Shame that you and I, are apart of the people problem; we've already joined the ranks, we just can't see it yet.

Make Or Break

It's been a while since I was this excited about life; for the past couple of weeks, I've been a bit down and out, more so than the usual jovial depression (A juxtaposition I know, but it makes sense to me). But something inside of me has been re-awakened, and it's a force to be reckoned with.

I don't know why I've been putting this off for so long; it must be a fear of the unknown. Fear can be such a debilitating factor when it comes to do something that you want to do in life. But sometimes, you have to take that gamble. And at this point in my life, if I don't take the gamble now, I don't think I'll ever be able to.

Too Little, Too Late

You know when it's past a certain point that no matter what someone says, your mind can't be changed? Well I'm like that majority of the time. When I've come to a decision, which I've debated for a while, it's not easy, nigh impossible, to convince me to think otherwise.

It's funny, that even though someone may come back with something in the hopes of changing your mind, it's quite futile. Even if that something that is being offered, is the actual thing that you asked for in the first place, only for it to be rejected, I generally don't fold, and give in to the counter-offer. Once it hits that point, it's not a matter of what the price is any more, it's a case of sticking to your principles; I'd like to think it's not pride, but I could be wrong.

I'm sure you've all come across a situation like that, but there's two decisions that can be made. Concede, or at least accommodate, and take the counter-offer up, or stick to your guns, and go out a-blazing. The latter option, is probably the least rational, but then again, when are people really rational?

Sometimes I think that if the counter-offer is what I wanted in the first place, whether it's a compromise of what I want to do, or what I want to go and eat, if I don't get a serious consideration of my request the first time, for them to come back and counter-offer the same thing, only after a threat of walking or whatever it may be, is like a slap in the face.

For them not to respect you in the first place, it doesn't matter what is offered thereafter; an insult, is an insult. I'm sorry to say, even to my own detriment, it's too little, too late.

All The Single Ladies

It's always a big surprise to see someone get engaged. I don't know that many people, but of the people I do know, they're generally around my age. There are others that I see, say around the office, and although it's surprising to see them get engaged, it's more of a shock to the system when someone I use to go to highschool, or university with gets engaged or married.

I don't know what it is; maybe it's the fact that I still see them as the buddy I sat next to in class, or maybe it's the fact that deep down inside of all of other uncertain repressed feelings, that I'd be the one to pop the question to them, but no matter which was you draw it, it's still a shock.

Not having seen a few of the girls that I went to university with, I was expecting a casual get together. But lo and behold, it wasn't too long until they all started shaking their hands in the air, only to be blinded by the refracting light passing through their rocks.

Seems quite surreal that everyone else is growing up and moving on, with people getting engaged and married, or entering their prime in their working careers, while me being told that I hadn't changed one bit; I'm still the indecisive, clown that jokes around to hide my own insecurities. I don't know if it's a good thing, because change isn't good for change sake, but I can tell you now, that all it seems is like I'm growing as a person.

Jessica Rabbit

Going out for a quick walk down to the local Boost Juicery, a girl caught my eye. You're thinking to yourself, 'well what's new?' And honestly, I'd have nothing to say in response to that, but hey, if you're still reading, you only have yourself to blame.

Have you ever seen in a movie, where a girl walks by, and the guy does a double take? Well that was me; the reason being was because she looked very familiar. Now when an opportunity to ask a feminine, 'Do I know you?', arises, and with sincerity, you have to take that chance. Some guys would take that chance, even without the sincerity.

Anyhow, I ran up to her, and tapped her on the shoulder, and dropped the cliche line. She smiled and said, "Yeah, you do, Krayon right?" And I emphatically said, 'Yeah that's right. How are things now. Did you finish your course?'. Now I won't bore you with the details of what I was referring to, unlike how I'm boring you with this entry, but she replied 'Yeah, I finished that, and now I work for such and such'.

Now a bit of me died, only for the fact that I was thinking of all of the lost time that had gone by; I could be doing what she was doing now. As beautiful as she was, I was more interested in what she was doing these days. After hearing the exciting news, I high fived her, and kept on walking; I was still in a rush to get my juice, and head back to the office. But there are some things in life, that make you look back and weigh it all up. Is it really worth it?

Now if I wasn't so worried about my life, I could have asked her for her digits....