me time

          As we get older we feel the pressures of life and how it take a toll on our bodies and minds. You pups out there have know idea what I'm talking about...YET. And as we get older we each come up with our own creative ways to relieve the pressures of life. Some of us tend to our children, pets or gardens. Some might do a drive by or run down the random pedestrian. I like to ride my Harley. There is nothing like feeling the funk of work get blown off of you as the wind hits you straight on. If someone pisses you of, unlike being in a car, you can stick the finger up against their window. This too is therapeutic, releasing more pressure as you cuss that asshole driver out. After a ride I feel purged of all the bad in my life.
           After I had been riding for an hour or so, going no where, I thought it would be nice to grab a cold drink from a 7-11. I got my drink and went riding off to find a place to park the bike and chill for a moment. I found a nice park that had benches under trees. The park was quiet and backed up to a large set of woods. I sat back on the bench to a cool breeze in that shade. I could hear an Osprey nest whining for feeding time. It was an awesome setting. Out of no where this voice from behind asks "what year is that bike" I turned to see a skinny shirtless man that looked unkempt. I told him the year and this opened the door for him to tell me his whole hard knock life. How he lives in the woods and has to get drunk before going to sleep because of the things in the woods. He told me he had polio and that it kept him from getting in the service. Later in his rambles he said he was ex military. It was confusing and uninteresting to me. He had shattered my peace and stole a good twenty minutes of my life. I didn't want to hurt his feelings but jeez. I wished him luck, got back on my bike and rode off. Every day I work, I have to hear the bullshit as to why some one cant come to work . The unnecessary complaining from grumpy customers and the daily emails from bosses that have been let down because of unmet expectations. All the things as to why my life is going to be a little bit harder that day by people that don't care about my life. When its me time the last thing I want to hear is more whining. I wanted to feel sorry for the guy, I wanted to care. But he, not one time, asked how my life was going, Had he asked, I would have said "man I don't want to bring you down any further." Then I would have given him this blog address and said read this in your spare time. I know what your thinking right now, your thinking, he;s got the spare time but whats he going to read it on, his computer in the woods? I would have been giving him a way out because he didn't care.
             On the other hand I post my endless whiny dribble nightly into the Internet and people are choosing to read this during their me time. It gives me a feeling that, for what ever reason, I'm touching your life and you give a shit about what I have to say and that's awesome! I hope it makes you smile, thank you for reading and thanks to those that chose to be the hardcore followers. I love my blog I love my blog I love my blog!