FknBucky

So I’m in a charitable mood today.  Maybe I’ll write some sweet little tidbit about how blue the sky is, how nice the birds sound chirping, or how much I hate Asian people behind the wheel of a car.  Ahh the sweet smell of exhaust during my morning commute on the 5, surrounded by hundreds of idiots just like myself going to a place they hate for the next 10 hours.  Sad and awful, yet somewhat amusing for some reason.

Where are we all going?  Most of us in a rush without a thought of the person next to us, in front of you, or behind you who is still pondering why you cut  them off.  I personally write down your license plate number and add it to the list of people that I will hunt down and kill in 7 years.

I look at people on the 5 as I’m stuck in traffic next to them.  2-3 minutes next to a person can give you enough time to guess what their life is like.   If they are single or married?  Do they have kids?  What kind of work they do?  Are they successful?  Happy?   Ever look around and wonder about others or are you to busy worrying about yourself? 

I see foreign looking guys that may have fought poverty in a war zone for the first twenty years of their life.  One day fleeing to get into America and make a better life for his family.  Leaving his parents, brothers, sisters all behind in hopes of providing a safer environment for his children.  Could you do it?  Travel across the globe and take advantage of the opportunities that would never be available in a land you’ve always known as home. 

Or maybe he is a terrorist and I should call 911 immediately.   Most likely Homeland Security would come arrest me for racially profiling someone so I let it go.  He could have a blinking sign on his car saying I’m going to blow up infidels and the police would not have probable cause.  Two black guys burning a blunt in a Safeway parking lot is  reason enough to bring out SWAT though. 

I see pretty women that seem to worry more about their looks, make up, and brand of clothes they have on than they do children in the world who are begging on street corners for pennies just to eat.  Is having a Gucci bag that important?  Maybe she worked all her life, studying hard at school and getting a degree to earn it, or daddy just want to make sure his princess has everything she wants.  Then again she could volunteer daily and feed homeless people and the bag was a gift.  Yeah right.  Throw a hundred dollar bill in the air and watch her shirt come off.  Who am I to judge??  Doesn’t matter, I still judge people and so do you. 

The world is full of stories, hardships, and I’d like to think those stories end happy somehow.  Most of my blogs have a touch of anger to say the least but that is what sets me off.  I get pissed about the things around me and what really gets me going is the ignorance that my peers show daily.  The “until it directly affects me, what do I care” attitude that WILL come back to bite you on the ass.  By the time these problems trickle down and start affecting YOU it will be way to late to do anything about them.  Once again you’re not that important in the whole scheme of things.

I’ve know a girl that always has a smile and is a real pleasure to be around, but one day not to many years ago her world was crushed.  Her brother murdered their mother and then killed himself.   Currently there is not a law against shooting yourself, but I am lobbying for it.  I knew her for months before she shared this story with me.  It was unbelievable that this amazing person could have this horror in her past.  Still think your high school years were harder than everyone else’s??

I came across a child at the hospital that was building a picture board for her parents, filling it with pictures of her and her brother.  I said that was sweet and helped her for about thirty minutes.  After she went back to her room I learned that her brother died from the same disease she currently had three months prior to that day.  She later past away as well, and I think of her parents often and how painful that must be.  I pray to never know that type of pain. 

We’ve all have our challenges ranging from getting 3 kids ready for school or relearning how to get out of bed because of a motorcycle accident.  No matter how much you think you know, there is always a ton left to learn, life is ever changing.   We need to remember that living a day in someone else’s shoes is harder than we care to think about.  To be patient with those around us because who knows what they’ve been through in the last ten minutes, ten days, or ten years. 

I’ll leave you with an image that I’ll never forget.  I was at a stoplight about two years ago and in front of me were two women in a small blue car.  A scary thought already, but not that kind of story.  The driver picked up her cell phone and after a few seconds burst into tears.  The older passenger soon followed with tears and I watched this unfold only guessing at what type of painful information they must have just learned.  The light turned green and almost instantly started a constant blowing of horns, screaming, and complete chaos with me being one of them.  Who cares about their fricking problems right.

I’m kidding, but I watched as the lady drove about 1 mile an hour, turned right, and tried to get over and off the main road.  Cars seem to come from everywhere flipping the bird and honking as they rushed by.   It was awful to watch, but I didn’t look away, instead I was amazed at human nature.  Sadness and anger meeting head on like a car crash.  I wanted to follow them and say it is going to be ok, but instead I drove off.  Maybe I should have stopped to say I care, but in Southern CA I would have been arrested or shot. 

I don’t know the point of today’s blog.  Do I really need one?  I’m sure you can find something useful in it.

Fknbucky