WTF

So somebody stole my washing last night. I put the machine on, the cycle is about 36 minutes, I went and watched a show on tv, for about 45 minutes. The machine is about 10 metres from my back door. I actually think it was somebody in the units. The chances that somebody off the street, just by chance, passes by in that time, on that night, in the dark, and finds my washing. Well there are a little too many coincidences there for this little black duck.

Why would anyone steal laundry? I'm 2m tall, 115kgs, my clothes won't fit. They are my work shirts, Black and White Cabs, not exactly the coolest atire for hitting the town. And my favourite Ramones shirt. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I just wish I could have caught them. I can imagine the anger as it rises over the surprise, the shock. I can feel the rush as fight or flight engages into overdrive. I can feel the impact, the snapping as I smash his face into the concrete wash tubs. I can feel the surge as he fights back, the anger I feel that he has the gaul to attack me. The rage that he wants to steal from me. I see him as I smash his face into the wall, again and again and again. The impact a fist makes as it pounds into a human skull. It's a dense thing this head we carry around. But when you hit it, it wobbles around on the neck. The rush from body, the panting from the effort, the rage that doesn't subside. I can feel the bruises from his punches, ineffective as they would be. The abrasions on my face, maybe a sore ear from a stray punch. I can imagine sitting in my unit afterwards, the glum satisfaction of a job well done.

I have grown out of fighting. Almost all of them just aren't worth it. The ripped shirts, the problems with cops, and that look of disappointment and fear on your girlfriends face. That stings more than any punch I've taken. But my Miss Wonderful wasn't here last night, I could have had my fun. I will think about this for a while. Well until I see her again. Despite the rage that burns inside me, I know, just the sight of her, just the idea that she would be here soon. Just to feel her, my arms wrapped around her, her hair tousled in my face, her eyes twinkling to see me. I'd still have like to have caught him, but I will always choose that pretty lass over my beast any day.

Well

I sometimes wonder if it's just me. Am I the only one who has quite high expectations for people? Not just politicians, not just our leading scientists, or our great moral thinkers? Do I really think people can rise above all this petty garbage that fills our daily news reading? Do I actually believe we are more than just shaved monkeys? In short, yes. Most definitely. Absolutely. Why shouldn't I? Anybody who knows even the slightest amount of human history should recognise that we as a species are an extremely flexible, adaptive, and resilient animal. We are intelligent (stop laughing), we are self sacrificing, and courageous to fault. Our history though is littered with as many examples of the most heinous inhuman acts as it is those of praise and glory. So my question for this week for myself and for those that wish it as well, are we really so glorified as people, as humans? Or are we really just kidding ourselves?

Fatigue

Does life sometimes just wear you out? Even when there is no reason. When things have all the appearance of going well, yet some how you seem constantly mentally exhausted. This seems to happen to me at quite regular intervals. I have a great life, a great woman, a great family. My job could be more fulfilling, but how many of us think that? Most I would suggest. Well those that care if their job is fulfilling. Some days everything seems to irritate me. maybe I just expect too much, too often. Maybe I don't expect enough, often enough. Who knows? But today I just don't care. I am writing only because I want to write everyday. So today is my bitch and whinge day. Actually I think yesterday was also. Well it is what it is.

Have a great day/night friends, remember those people that don't ever irritate you. Keep them close.

Ok, so it's been a while between posts. Well actually it's been about a year. So much has changed. yet surprisingly (or not), so little has actually changed. Different job, different GF, I've moved homes, and have further focused my career/life goals. I know. What's this, Jody has life goals? When, what, how. Well I guess I stayed sober and straight long enough to figure that, mmm, maybe life wasn't going to be handed to me on a big fucking silver platter. (although, I always imagined it would be this super tacky gold platter). But enough about me, for now. More important things to discuss. Like what the fuck is the problem with the Brisbane City Council Bus Drivers? Is the council now looking for people with the worst driving records? The bus drivers are obsessed with running red lights, parking across intersections, changing lanes without indicating and general obnoxious behaviour. They really just don't care about you. I, personally, have twice in two weeks been almost knocked down by a bus that ran a red light, while I had the little green man signal that it was safe to cross. Maybe that should be an orange man now. To signal, "now is the best time to cross, but just watch out for buses. Our are colour blind". I want to drag them out of their seats and beat them with a steel pipe. But some people say this is a bad thing. And cops, don't get me started on cops. So I'm sitting in my car, waiting to turn from Brunswick St into Ann St in the Valley, there's a walk signal before you can turn, which changes to a don't walk signal. But everybody always keeps walking. Hundreds of them. So you get maybe one car around the corner for every change of lights. Now I sit there and watch four uniformed police officers, stand and watch this. For at least three changes of lights. Not once did one of them issue a ticket for even the most reckless and dangerous of J-walking. Why? I want to drag them into the street and beat them with a steel pipe. Again, some people thing this is bad. Although I'd bet not as many as before.

Phfew. Politicians. Oh tomorrow. Yes. Politicians tomorrow.

I do hope anyone who reads this has a rather pleasant day, and that you get just as much sleep as you need. Love each other unashamedly, and don't take people's crap.