What defines "Good Guys"?
Is this windows 10 or 11?
I've washed my hands of it. He's my dad. I'll be there for him if he ever realizes he needs help. Until then I've resigned myself to knowing that I'm not the problem. I'm not able to help him, because he won't accept help. He has a mental block on being able to accept that he's in his 70s, and he's getting older, and his 41 year old son, that 30 years ago was his little boy, is more capable physically than he is right now.
He can't accept that I can fix plumbing because I can bend down. He can't accept that I can shovel snow without pulling my back. All because he can't accept that he needs me now. Not the other way around. And I'm happy to help him. But he's not happy to accept that it's 2024. Not 1994. Which I get. 1994 was awesome. Green Day had just relesed Dookie. I could still wear those bead thing necklaces that washing tub plugs use as a chain. And yin yang bracelets. The Sega Genesis was awesome. Jurassic Park had just come out on VHS and wasn't ruined by the sequals yet. The countrys political spectrum wasn't a raging dumpster fire. 1994 was pretty great. I wish we could ALL go back......but we can't. We have to live in 2024.
So the most I can do to move on is not take it personally. Try to make my 40s something enjoyable, ya know? We sll went through covid together, and just as everyone was getting back to a sense of normal, I was diagnosed with cancer. I spent a year of my life kicking cancers ass, and I won. Shout-out to Dr Crawford, and the MetroHealth medical system. In the midst of all that, Gram died. She was 103, but whenever you lose your hero in life, it's ALWAYS too soon.
And NOW a year later I'm getting back to normal. The dust has settled. Those events with my dad in the hospital were 3 years ago. 3 years seems relatively short, but I swear we're on some different timeline right now. I swear it feels like 20 years ago. Calanders and logic tell me that it JUST happened recently, but I swear it was a lifetime ago.
And now......trump.........
So I've decided that in order to find peace, I'm just going to mentally check out here for a while. I'm going to buy my first house. I'm going to go to work. And I'm going to concentrate on me. Because mentally these last few years have broken me. And the next few years look scary as hell. I can't drink, because I used to be an alcoholic, and that gave me cancer. I can't smoke weed, because my job tests. I've lost friends. I've lost family. I feel isolated. I feel stressed. So I'm going to buy a run down house, and fix it up. I'm just going to spend all my time either working, or sawing, or drilling, or sanding. Just really taking my mind off shit. Just concentrate on me. Which is not in my nature. I'm not used to being selfish. But.....I just need to work on me, as I work on a house.
I'm sorry if this came off as a long winded rant, but I just needed to vent.
Tomorrow is a new day. For me, both literally and metaphorically. And for me, I'm taking me first step to buying a house.
I mean.........has your grandma been alive since before 1776?
Here's how you fix this. We're going to dig up the streets and replace the sewers. The new sewers will be all steel. There's going to be flame throwers, and spiders inside.
Then, whenever one of these fatbergs exists, we'll just blast the flame throwers, and it'll burn it to nothing.
Problem solved.
Nah. Gotta shorten it. Just abbriviate it, and help me with these white sheets. We need to maks ghost costumes.
Because the British know that one day they'll be back. Kiss the crown, motherfuckers!!!
Aw man......I'm just a broke middle aged white guy........
How's the rest of your body doing?
Your honor.......he hit me!
Nuh-uh!
Yeah huh!!!
He started it!!!
No I didn't!!!
Moooooom!!!!!
Your mom has been dead for 32 years......you're 81
And I'm still bike riding the mean streets of NYC!
Yeah, and getting billed for your bad driving.
Oh. Damn. I only heard the story AFTER 300AD. I was late to the game, I guess.