Now this is a socially accepted response. The phrase ‘what’s up’ has been used since what, 1990? That’s as far back as I can remember. The brain of most people would compute that as ‘response accepted’ and go on to the next task. Carlos’ didn’t. Neither did my Grandmother’s.

This isn’t a bash on Carlos, he has enough of that on the Internet, but this is something I’ve never understood. Carlos went on to suggest that he has a lot more life experience than the young man he met. He’s been around a lot longer. Undeniable, of course. I draw a problem with his next sentiment. The sentiment that just because of those facts, he deserves respect. He acknowleged the young man, he extended a greeting to him, he feels that he should be greeted with a ‘sir’. While I don’t disagree with that, as it stands, I draw issue with the better-than-you mentality.

This was also my grandmothers fault.

Demanding respect due to “elder status” is not right in my opinion. If anything, demand respect because everyone deserves it.

In my opinion, everyone has respect, until you do something to lose it. I don’t know the guy walking down the street, I don’t know anything about him, and when I greet him, it’s out of respect for my fellow man. Not because I feel above him.

Just some random thoughts. This is one major reason I never got along with my grandmother. We grew up in different times, I guess, but it doesn’t change what is fair.

While there, my brother revealed that while he was unpacking, he found hundreds of photographs from his youth, which also included several of me.  I used to be a goofy kid.

Why can’t I remember it?

I don’t remember any of it.  When I questioned my mom all she said was “You used to be a happy person.”

Which actually reinforces something I’ve been privy to discover about myself in recent years.  I feel I have a lot of suppressed aggression, but the funny thing is, I don’t feel angry.  I just feel…i don’t know, it’s hard to describe…sad, but in a weird way.  Not like ‘boo hoo’ sad, because, frankly, I have nothing to be sad about, but it’s the feeling of being down.  I don’t like the word depression, because I don’t feel that fits what I’m trying to describe, but hell, I’m no doctor.

In discussing things with Justine, Mom and Steven in the past few weeks, they both agree that I have a lot to be angry about, to which I agree, but why doesn’t it just pass and go away?  There is no sense in staying angry at things that cannot be changed, and I know this, but it seems my brain just dismisses the anger to suppression instead of release.

Maybe I should seek help?  You know, because therapists don’t have their own issues to deal with.  Right.

Wow, that was fast!

I received this popup alert today at work.

I finally narrowed down where a lot of my phone calls are coming from.  I haven’t mentioned it before for whatever reason but over the last 3-6 months I’ve been getting hundreds of phone calls from Sun Room Pro, Allentown Windows, and somebody named DE Stoffey.  Stoffey is apparently the owner of Sun Room Pro and Allentown Windows.  I’ve never answered because I don’t need windows or a sun room.  But this is borderline harassment.  I’m never home to take the calls but seriously.  I see it on my caller ID, 4-8 times a day they call.  Get a clue!

Anyway, I had a crazy dream last night, and it’s really bothering me.  Justine and I watched the Bourne Identity on Saturday and The Bourne Supremacy last night and something just didn’t feel right.  After the movie ended we went to Wawa and on the way home we drove through Doylestown.  There were five officers with a whole group of kids cornered and the street pretty much blocked off.  Odd as that was, later while Justine and I were watching The Bourne Supremacy, we kept hearing LOUD thumps from outside.  When I say loud, I mean we heard them over the movie.  So loud you could feel them.

I heard the first one, and paused the movie and listened.  Justine hadn’t heard anything so we continued.  We both heard the second one and go up to look outside.  Now, hearing car doors shut at our neigbors homes isn’t abnormal.  We hear it quite commonly.  This was different though.  We got to the picture window in the office and there was a black car, possibly a Civic, sitting outside the house across the street.  Not abnormal, I’ve seen it there before.

We went back to the movie.  Heard 2 or 3 more slams and I went back to the window to see some guy going inside the home.  I watched for a few minutes to see if I could figure out what was going on then finished the movie.  When the movie ended we noticed a lot of light outside our windows.  When we looked outside, there were four police cars outside their home and a heavy police presence.  We looked to see if the woman who lives there was okay, and we saw her walking around.

We know there’s a younger girl living there with a child.  The best we can assume is that the girl is the woman’s daughter and there was some sort of dispute with the guy in the car.  It was just…off, not right, ya know?

It still stinks lol