Hello and Hi-ho
If it’s not apparent, I work from home, and boy do I loathe the bs that becomes the monotonous drawl of what becomes typical.
Thing is I mentioned the disability, due to not wanting to have to address it later. I mentioned maybe needing part-time availability but not to an egregious point just to help with appointments, scheduled CT scans and what have you. It got a bit hectic and nearly weekly needing to get some infusion issues addressed and the likes that came with it…to be expected, at least, so I thought.
Well I thought damn wrong. This is the first time I’ve been having a sneaking feeling that I’m being pushed out, my lunches are set far after the six hr threshold and they state a break should hold me down, should be enough. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t, but there’s a principle to it, the initiative of following laws and respecting people and their differences. Maybe there is a self-righteous aire to what I’m saying but, maybe, and please, comment back if you feel the need, is it so arrogant to request a respect for us being human, acknowledging that we each feel, sense, and are ourselves and with that come as an original slice of the whole. If we can see us to be the same yet different, can’t we respect ones predilections for work, rest, break, or fun?
It’s like ‘guilty pleasures‘, what makes it guilty? There’s the argument of rights and wrongs, to which I’m the side of if there’s light, an altruistic and philanthropic nature, it makes sense of it being right. If there’s a violence against humanity, animals or otherwise, my view is it’s wrong. But where did the guilt come into play? Why is an engorging on Little Debbie’s a guilty pleasure, or enraged hip-hop after work, smoking, and drinking, where did the guilt get pushed, isn’t that a joy, something that we take as a breath of fresh air, a releasing of serotonin to a degree. And as I mention the above references, it calls for the adult and appropriate judgment to what is enough and how much can be too much.
If I choose to smoke a joint, it’ll be a third, not the whole, a drink it’d be a glass not a neck, it’s all in moderation right?
I’ve been guilty of being sloshed, Shitass McGee stupid and not knowing, thankfully I’ve grown, realized my limits and the caps I take heed to. I take the accountability, luckily, I feel that I have the tools to make what’s been done into growth and change. At times I feel that’s all we have, whether you’re an adult, teen, or an elder, it’s in what we strive for and how we take the steps to gain it. In only this way can we find a solace that is forever fleeting, least it feels that it gets closer still
C’est la vie
Goodnight and good morning, good morning and goodnight.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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