The unfunny thing about the disordered is that in their war of taking all and leaving nothing behind, their tenacity for destruction ultimately kills that which they champion. Like a kid that grabs the whole pie for himself and then drops it making his get away.
My mother knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. She'll fight tooth and nail to avenge the indignity suffered at the hands of a careless cashier, yet let a financial adviser sell her the least performing portfolio in history. Contractors routinely take her money and bail with the job half finished. Service men repair unbroken appliance's just to shut her up.
She tried to entice me into her web with the promise of a new car. Even a house. But the stand that cost her a relationship with me was from me adding a clearance priced pizza cutter to her grocery tab and giving it to my ex-wife.
The cutter was symbolic as much for her as it was for me. To her it represented losing the war of driving me and my ex-wife apart. For me it was the last straw in a life of being badgered by minutiae from a woman who would end some one's life for a price.
And so I walk on and think I am done. Certainly I have paid enough dues for one life. It's been a hard fight just to keep my head above water. Now there can be no where to go but up.
You can't swing a dead cat without hitting some douche canoe that wants to reinvent your wheel.
Everywhere I turn, there is one more boring and selfish fucktardashian waiting to jack up my shit box. It just never stops.
All I need is to fall in line. They will do my thinking for me.
Dudes and Dudettes, I already have a mother and a congressman.
I didn't come this far to hand over the keys of my life to someone I don't even know.
I think I will be cremated.
I don't need one of these goons forcing me into the position I will lie for all eternity.