You know what I realized today? Blogging isn't as easy as it looks. If you have something to say, or have a story to tell, then it comes pretty naturally. What are you supposed to do when you don't have anything interesting to say? I could make something up, but then I have too many people that read this that could call me out on it. What fun is there if I get called out for writing fiction? That's just no fun. Sometimes, there just isn't anything interesting going on that I feel I need to inform any one of. But maybe that is a good thing. I chalk it up to being 30 years old, and in a committed relationship for 8 years. I'm not saying that life is boring, it is actually just the way I like it. But that wasn't always the case for me. In my late teen years, and my early 20's, I had so many things going on in my life. I bet if I blogged then, I would have been an endless fount of humorous stories, not to mention embarrassing encounters.
Being a young, a fresh faced filly with fewer notions of what life is all about was fun. Although, I wouldn't want to take that step back in time to see myself, that is for sure. My responsibility back then totaled working, paying for my car, and keeping myself alive. How I kept enough money for rent and food is mind boggling. I should probably thank my parents again asap. But the selfish young woman I used to be didn't dwell on that sort of thing. I was good as long as I had money to go drinking Tuesdays through Thursdays. That is all did for a year.
I was a total idiot. I could think of 1,000,000 things that could have gone horribly wrong. Thankfully, I stayed out of trouble and had great friends always looking out for me. Sadly, I did lose a friend to a horrific accident one night after he left a club. For some reason, I was not out with my usual group that night. The shock was enough to make me realize that getting drunk and driving, or getting in anyone's car that had been drinking was the very last thing I ever wanted to do again. It hit too close to home. I would like to say that it is all my dearly departed friend Carlo's fault for making me grow up, but it wasn't. While his accident was a shock to us all, I was already on my way to realizing that partying all night and not remembering how I got home was not how I wanted to live my life.
I have seen quite a few people in my life fail to learn that same lesson I did. More than one I have been very close to. Oh, their past and current transgressions are not going to be fodder for my blog. But I will say this. You want to destroy your life? I can't stop you. If you feel the need to put another human's life on the line because you are too selfish and blind to really think about what you are doing? You are damn right I will say something. Don't brag about it either. I will cut you down, I will do what I need to do to protect my fellow human beings from you. I wasn't right when I did it, and you are far from right doing it as a grown person. You have kids? It makes you even worse.
My advice to anyone that wants to brag about or announce that you are going to do something as stupid as drink and drive: Don't be surprised if someone comments negatively. If you think that person doesn't care, well then your extra dumb. They probably do care enough to say something. You don't deserve it, but hey, we can't all be ass-hats like you. Am I better than you? You bet I am. I grew up, and have taken responsibility for myself as a human. You want to be as awesome as me? It's not too late to grow up. Stop being a burden on everyone else.Does this hurt your feelings? I hope it hurts you so bad, you decide to become the opposite of the person I have described you as in this post. I hope that some day soon I will be proud to love you again, and want you back in my life. For now, get the hell off the road, and get out of my way.