Okay before I go any further let me apologize in advance for the vulgarity that surely will ensue... So two weeks ago, while my children were visiting their mother for the weekend, a heard a knock at my door. I opened it and to my surprise there was a uniformed police officer, he asked for me by name. Before I continue let me comment that I am the epitome of the law abiding citizen, I don't speed, pay my taxes on time, and even on more than one occasion have returned to a store to pay for something that was accidentally not rung up properly. I am the guy who would go out of my way to return your wallet to you with all the cash still in it. So needless to say, I was a little surprised at his presence in my doorway. So after a few minutes he let me know the reason he was there was because of a so-called anonymous phone call to Child Protective Services. Apparently my ex-wife decided in all of her worldly legal training that the best way to help her chances at a scheduled court case for that Friday was to make up some garbage and claim that's what my oldest son told her. Anyway the social worker showed up and claimed that the anonymous caller claimed while the children were visiting me...wait...fucking visiting me? Um no my kids fucking live with me, why? because I'm the better option, that's why! Anyhow, apparently I was being accused of beating my two boys, although there were no marks or bruises on either of them and I had even just taking the 2 year old to the doctor for his scheduled physical exam. I want to interject for a second here... What the fuck is wrong with our system that one person can simply call and cause this much unjust harm and anxiety, just because they can't have their way. How fucking feeble minded and poorly raised were you that this seems to be your best option in getting...I don't know revenge for you own shitty existence as a human being. Regardless of this all after our scheduled visit with the social worker, the claims were unfounded. You know it's a hilarious set of circumstances when two uniformed cops essentially tell you they think the whole thing is bullshit, while the social worker is standing in my living room. My kids came home safe and sound, meanwhile my ex-wife is gloating on the phone about how she "got me." Do you know why this is seriously one of the most ridiculously funny things ever? Well quite simply because everyone...I mean everyone knew how totally full of shit she was almost right from the start. Child Protective Services has better things to do then investigate a bogus claim made by a useless and totally selfish and vile human being, especially one that continuously breaks the rules of her own visitation that was specifically court ordered. My boys came home and to me own chagrin...my oldest son tells me that his own mother tried to blackmail him into lying so that he could live with her, and his ultimate prize to live with the most complete waste of life known to man...a fucking iPhone. Are you fucking serious? I would never justify hitting a woman in my life...not ever. However there are certain people in this world that seriously need to have their asses kicked. I think a good ass whipping teaches you a lot about life, for instance how to not fuck with people for no apparent reason, or how karma has a way of getting back to you hard when you do fuck with said people. I'm no saint...not at all, but I have done everything in my power to take care of and structure my kid's lives. How fucking dare you...you non child support paying, selfishly moved to another state, have an excuse for everything except why you suck at life, completely and utterly useless slag of a human being. You want justice, believe it or not it's already been delivered. So...I'm done now, but here's the kicker... Friday came and court went smoothly, chalk up another win for the good guys. If you do the right thing, and are willing to fight for what's right, even if you lose...you still won. Okay, hopefully I don't lose you on this one. So the other night in a drunken stupor, after listening to a woman complain about how she "can't find a good man". It occurred to me that too often we treat ourselves as paper plates. Before you wrinkle your nose and ask "what the hell is he talking about", let me explain. A paper plate seriously only has one purpose, it's designed to be used once and thrown away. When we buy paper plates they come in packs with multiple plates and normally constructed out of very cheap materials. So how do we treat ourselves like paper plates you ask? I'm glad you did; By going through relationship after meaningless relationship, we have reverted and marked ourselves as disposable, unimportant, meaningless ourselves. No one ever buys paper plates thinking "I think I will hang onto this for a while", no instead we try to find as many as we can for the cheapest price. My point if you ask now is we should all aspire to be fine china, something that takes time to pick out. Fine china carries value with it, we buy cases, stands and even plaques for it, you've never seen anyone display a paper plate before, and if you did...I'm sorry you had to see that. Fine china has so many different factors that go into choosing the perfect one; weight, size, design, color scheme, does it fit with the existing decor. The only decor a paper plate matches well with is a red solo cup and a trash bag. So if your expecting to find fine china, aka a good woman/man. Then you need to begin to treat yourself like fine china as well; don't be disposable, be valuable, don't be a bargain, be worth it, don't be short term, be infinite. If you're content being a disposable than you can't expect to find value in any relationship you enter into, regardless of if you are male or female. If you are satisfied with being a bargain than you should assume your significant other will not attempt to make you feel worth it. If you expect a lasting and meaningful relationship than stop having a short term mindset. In essence if you want to find a relationship that you are truly satisfied with...then stop being a paper plate! |
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