Nobody cares...

I just watched a little bit on Tosh.0 in which there was a car wreck.  After the mother arrived and asked about her son the police officer reached over and peeled one of the little stick figures off the rear window of her car.  I had a good laugh over that one.

Who do the self-important bozos of the world feel it necessary to tell everyone else about their special lives.  One might have thought that sort of pathetic bragging died with the baby on board signs of the eighties.  I did see one of those a few weeks ago as well.

These stick figures are even worse in that they must describe the makeup of the whole family, down to pet scruffy.  I don't care if you forgot your pill 3 times and have a dog, a cat and crab lice.  Nor do I care that one of your mistakes is an honor student at Mediocre Middle School.

Sure, though I was always a fan of Calvin & Hobbes, I thought the little window stickers of Calvin whizzing on a Ford or Chevy logo were idiotic as well.  But at least those stickers tell me something useful.  It is the same message told by the big plastic testicles I have seen hanging on the backs of some trucks.  They say "The driver of this vehicle is an ignorant rube or a classless redneck!"  Surely some practical information.

If they must tell me something about themselves, maybe these people with the stick family should instead put some useful info on the backs of their cars instead.  An "inattentive driver" sign would be appreciated.  Why should I care how many kids you have in your car if you don't care enough to stay off the phone long enough to get them home safely?

Tell me you are addicted to Vicodin or Oxycodone.  Warn me about your multiple DUIs and lack of insurance.  I might appreciate it if you told me you are bipolar and quit taking your meds. 

Even better, instead of all of these stickers, which can only be seen from the safest position....behind you...., let's get you one of those big, lighted boxes like those sitting on the roof of the Papa John's delivery boy's car.  It will read "SELF-IMPORTANT ASSHOLE!"

Just listen...or leave me alone!

I seem to have picked up the bad habit of talking to myself. The strange part is that, while doing so, I believe I am talking to other people around me. It happens mostly at work. In some cases, I am busy doing something and someone well meaning decides to help. In reality they are holding me up and getting in the way, ignoring my requests to let me work.

Also infuriating are the ones who don't listen in a conversation because they are too concerned with what their reply will be. For instance, one guy at work commented the other day that I asked a lot of questions. The truth is that I asked him the same simple question 4 times before I got an answer to that question.

Looking back, I guess it has always been this way. Either I have some real credibility problems or people just tend to ignore me. Sure, there are times when I am just talking out of my ass, so to speak. But I am right about something now and again.

Numerous times I have made suggestions or given solicited advice to friends on various topics. Invariably, they don't listen until someone else tells them the same thing. Apparently it all just sounds better coming from someone else. Perhaps I should just tell them, from now on, to just go ask someone else. That should save them some time and save me from wasting time and energy on talking to myself.