Peeves

It just felt like a day to write. I was on the bus and thoughts were coming to me out of nowhere. I think that maybe it's a day of complaining. Not sure. Whatever the day, I'm back at my blog which I have successfully ignored since January. Well done me!

I think blogs are personal. I think that when we write blogs for the sake of putting ourselves out there, we manage to somehow get away from what's important to us and we start writing for others, not for ourselves. I think that is what happened to George R. R. Martin when he wrote the 5th book in his chronicles of the Seven Kingdoms. Blimey! The first three books were brilliant! Couldn't stop reading...read them back to back that I finally had no recollection from which book something occurred. Then I got to book four and things started to go downhill. I've now given up (temporarily) on finishing book five.

Ok, so this was not the reason for sitting down and writing. I was on the bus and I started to look around at my fellow passengers. Everyone seems either intently interested in the free morning paper, their book or on that spot on the floor or ceiling that avoids any eye contact with a fellow passenger. When did we become such a "me-me" society? I know I know, it's nothing new. We don't care about our neighbours like we used to, we ignore the person needing help on the street and we don't rush to aide someone who's grocery bag exploded. Instead, we walk away shaking our heads at that individual's stupidity for overstocking the flimsy plastic bag in the first place. Serves you right!

It's necessarily not a peeve, as per the title of this blog post, but it is a sad event when it happens. Almost daily I watch this homeless old lady pick up other people's garbage that they have either dropped where they walked or it has actually blown out of a garbage can near by. She mumbles while she does it and she's in her own world. Regardless, I'm sure that the words she's mumbling goes something like this "useless people, irreponsible bastards, grow up"...and so on and so forth. I know that if that old lady was me, and heaven knows where I'll be in 40 years, I would be mumbling exactly those words or worse!

Common sense is out the window. We don't use it, most of us never had it to begin with, maybe because our parents didn't or lacked the ability to transfer it over. I look at my daughter and I am damned if she is to go through life without common sense or logic guiding her. Garbage goes in the garbage can, recycling goes in the recycling bin. If that means you need to hold on your plastic bottle for five blocks as you walk up the street, do so! If that napkin you just used is ready to be tossed but you don't see a garbage can in the area, put it in your purse or stuff it in your pocket! Not every street corner has an old lady looking after your lazy butt!