Effort

I must vent for a moment, after all, that's what my blog is for- it's cathardic. I have a pet peeve, a particular distate, if you will. Feel free to go into my archives and read, "You, too, can choose not to be a pathetic motherfucker". It's very much along the same lines.

Life is a difficult dance. Let's run with that analogy, shall we...? You can go listen to a band, and watch all of the people dancing. Most people are dancing the same way to the same type of music. However, if you really scan the crowd, there will be a few that are simply doing their own very unique and original dance. And god bless these people for trying, but most look like complete idiots. You've seen those people that look like puppets on crack with their strings suddenly cut. These are the people that generally think they are way too cool for their own good, and they approach life with the same laissez-faire attitude.

Note: Beneath their carefree surface, these people actually do realize that they are failures and are simply trying to navigate the minefield existance that they have created for themselves in their spare time. Spotting and categorizing these individuals is rather easy- they have a catchphrase that is repeated on their end of the conversation over and over again like a mantra on an old and broken "33". Listen closely, because if you hear, "I'm gonna...." more than three times in an hour, you've been sucked into becoming a sounding board to one of these life-sucking bastards.

Now, in all fairness, in the same crowd, there are a few of these dancers that are marching to their own beat, and you cannot help but be captivated and enthralled by their perspective and performance. These are truly the great ones in life- artists, poets, painters, Lou Dobbs, etc.

The complication comes in the fact that most of the misfits will call themselves poets and artists, when truly they are attempting to recreate Logan's Run with their supposed escape of the trappings in the world- you know, making an actual contribution to their society, or even just their loved ones.

My point is, effort is a beautiful thing. I am not one to criticize those that truly- keyword truly- try and fail. But, I am so tired of those that never truly try. Attempting to extract true effort from these whiny fucks is like beating a dead horse.

So, there, I said it.