Monday, October 12, 2009

Random Thoughts 2

It's been a while since I posted. I've been working almost full time, and have not had a lot of free time to do much of anything.

People are dicks. Why is it that everyone who walks through the store I work at think I'm their bitch? Why do they feel that the lettuce on the very bottom of the pile is the freshest? Why do they not realize that the nice thing to do would be to straighten the display out a bit after they rip through it, especially since I just set it up five fucking minutes ago? Seriously people, if you are going to shop at a grocery store, please realize that the people working there do not have the time to clean up after your stupid ass. If you are going to tear apart a display, even though all the items in it are quite obviously of the same quality, have the common courtesy to leave it as much the same as you found it as possible. Also, try to realize that there is no entrance exam to work in the fucking produce department at Extra Foods. You really don't need to get angry because I don't know the difference between a number one, and number two russet potato. Seriously. (Also, the lard is by the butter. No, by the butter. Yes, I know what lard is, and it is in the back, by the butter. Over there, in the cooler. By the butter. You know what? You want lard? There seems to be an abundance of it in your fat ass.)

Manners make no sense. How does adding one word to a sentence suddenly change it from rude to nice? "Lick my balls." is rude, but "Please lick my balls." is nice? That's stupid. Is it really required to clarify when we are being nice in today's world? That's messed up. And what about hats? I really don't get why wearing a hat is considered rude. What is it about seeing the top of someone's head makes them respectable? And why your hat, why not your shirt or your shoes?

Being a furry, I tend to hear a lot about animal spirits and such, but what about plants? They're alive too. Do they have spirits? And if so, why is it that a human can be born with another animal's spirit, but never a plant's? What qualifies something to have a spirit? Is it life or consciousness? Then again, who's to say that plants don't have a consciousness? Is there a tree heaven? If plants don't have a spirit, how did they draw the short straw? Where do they go when they die? If you say a plant doesn't have a spirit, how can you say an animal has one? Hmmm?