Not today

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Not today.

Today isn’t your day.

I ain’t gonna do it.

Don’t ask me nothing. Don’t ask me for nothing. Don’t ask me something or for something.

Not today.

Just let me sit here and be my usual Mr. Grumpypants, ok?

Oh, and while we’re talking about, not tomorrow either.

Tomorrow isn’t your day either.

 

Old curmudgeon

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Maybe I really don’t have a heart. Maybe it is just a dark spot in my chest. A black hole of emotion, if you will.

I am sure you are all aware it was Easter over the weekend. There are two sides to the holiday – a Christian celebration or the commercialized side. Most people pick one or the other, or there is some kind of mingling of the two.

Sometimes celebrations bring out the curmudgeon in me. I don’t know why. It just does.

As I was wandering the yard and the grandkids, nieces, and nephews were hunting for candy and change filled plastic eggs I realized this is a really stupid practice. The whole dying eggs, or filling plastic ones, hiding them (or dropping them in plain sight) and then “finding” them – what a dumb ritual.

OK, I can hear the groans and eye rolls from here. “C’mon, it’s fun for the littles!”you say. It might be and their smiles might be a sign of the enjoyment. But I still don’t like it or enjoy it. I did it for my daughter when she was really little, but I didn’t especially enjoy it.

I know. I am an old, un-fun fogey. A grump. A curmudgeon.

Anyone else have a strong dislike for this Easter Egg hunt thing?

Sure, let’s meet again

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Another morning meeting.

That’s three this week. That’s three to start the day followed by another 19 during the week. Ugh.

I swear, if someone else plans a meeting for today after I have to go to this one, I am going to punch myself in the mouth so I don’t have to go.

Come on, people! It’s Friday. Sheesh! Slow down and ease into the weekend…

#$%& meetings! Just leave me alone today.

The Grinch

I’ll just sit over here and try not to ruin anyone else’s Christmas…

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From the greatest joy thief of all, Merry Christmas.

Oh, and maybe his heart did grow two sizes after all.

Yes, please, treat me

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Actually, don’t. Stop it already.

Yes, I want all your office treats that you don’t want. No, I don’t want all the office treats that you don’t want. I mean really, it’s a battle that I have been waging for a long time.

Fellow office mates, “Hmm, I am not really into chocolate. I’ll give it to, Grumpy. He eats everything.”

Fellow office mates, “There are leftover cupcakes from the party. Grumpy, do you want them?”

I am trying to lose weight, so why does everyone bring their crap to me? Oh, well, maybe I should actually tell them NO instead of eating it. I just hate to waste food.

I am my own worst enemy.

Cultural Appropriation

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So, there’s this thing where people get offended when other people appropriate (I guess that means “assume”) someone else’s culture. In most cases, I think it is a form of flattery rather than a form of insult. People tend to imitate that which they admire, but we don’t need to get into the psychology of it…

However, the outrage only seems to go so far as when it is someone they generally disagree with – in part or in totality. (Case in point – most people, and I mean liberals and conservatives alike watched his shows, thought Trump was fine and dandy as entertainment but make him the president and all the sudden the guy and his administration can’t breathe without being protested.) When the offender is “on your team” well, then it can be rationalized away as OK or justifiable.

Where is the outrage people? Why aren’t we seeing an uproar on this particular appropriation of culture? *I don’t think it is, but the point can prove useful I think.*