zac_man

I have to say that laziness is one of the most confusing things I've ever dealt with. We're all, to some extent or specific, lazy. Which is why I don't complain in general about it. I'm lazy myself. Horribly. But it's usually because of things the vast majority of us suffer it over. Like coming home from work and not wanting to do anything. People can argue that it's just lack of motivation, but that generally stems from laziness anyway. It's a matter of opinion. But there's some laziness out there that really gets on my nerves. Things that interfere with timeliness and sensibility.

Let's say you have a deadline to get some paperwork turned in. But someone made an error on that paper. It's nothing major, though, let's say it's one number off on the social security number. You have to get that changed. Simple enough, right? Something makes this easier. Your new boss used to work in the office where they do that change. This sounds too good to be true, right? Under most circumstances, it probably isn't. But in this case, it was. You're told, instead, to go through the proper channels. Now, that's the right thing to do, isn't it? Sure, if you were the one who screwed it up in the first place, or if there wasn't a deadline of one good or one bad thing fast approaching.

So you try the proper channels. You go to the office on your own, but they don't change it. They apparently can't. They send you to another office. But that office has you sign in and wait until they close. What's one day, right? Get an early start tomorrow and hopefully there's no lines. That's the plan, but plans hardly work out. There was no line, you certainly beat the rush, but that's because this is the wrong office. They tell you to go to personnel. So you go there. They can't do it. They send you to some obscure place on the other side of the county, but they can't do it. This process repeats itself over the course of 4 days. The kicker is this: You're quitting smoking! You haven't had a delicious, patience inducing Marlboro Red(or any source of nicotine) for over a month! You're fried, now. So you're forced to keep your composure under an exaggerated ammount of stress.

Now, mix all this together, and that makes success even more frustrating than all the effort and bull shit you went through. That new boss? He finally realized the deadline. So 5 minutes of his time is taken for him to take you -to- that office you went to in the first place. "How's it going?" "Oh, hey Kelly, haven't seen you in a minute. How you doing?" "I'm good. Watcha need?" "I need the social changed on this." White out is applied and the correct social is literally penned in. Now, normally this would be a relieving moment. Why doesn't it relieve you this time? Because of all the shit you went through trying to do the right god damned thing! Four fucking days were wasted while you were playing hide and fucking seek because he didn't want to take 5 fucking minutes to do that?! They fucking WROTE the damn number in with a fucking PEN! Seriously?! You had to wait nearly a whole work week for that?!

Talk about some laziness. It could've saved stress. It could've saved a hernia. But, no, this is an instance where laziness crushed logic completely. Like I said, everyone's lazy about something. Everyone. I'm very patient and understanding about it. But there's times where it's become complete bullshit, and someone's laziness leads to nasty problems.

1. Your name?
2. Age:
3. Favorite Position?
4. Do you think I'm cute?
5. Would you have sex with me?
6. lights on or off?
7. would you have to be drunk (or on drugs)?
8. Would you take a shower with me?
9. Have you ever thought about having sex with me?
10. Would you leave afterward - or stay the night?
11. Do you like cuddling afterward?
12. Condom or skin?
13. Have sex on the first date?
14. Kiss me during sex?
15. Do you think I would be good in bed?
16. would you use me as a booty call?
17. Can I use you as a booty call?
18. Can we take pictures of the act?
19. How long would we have sex?
20. Would you tell your friends about me?
21. Would you post this so I can fill it out for you?
22. Can I un-screen your entry if it's cute/funny?

Well, then. I figured it'd be a bit appropriate to try and post something substantial up after neglecting this thing for so long. Kind of a gap, and I could probably use my deployment as an excuse, but I do that enough as is. I gotta say, though, I've learned a lot about people and places in general since I've last been on this. Not that I'm going to spend a lot of time ranting about it. But visiting some place like Germany, which has it's own similar qualities(they -did- happen to have a few immigrants that brought a lifestyle or two over here many moons ago), is one thing. You still see some similarities to the states, even if it's not perfect. But a place that's been kept under some insecure narcissist's thumb for so many years is completely different.

There were already cultural differences, but once you factor in religion, way of life, and leadership, you're looking at a completely different world. I'm not hateful or anything, don't get me wrong. I went out of my way to get along with anyone I could. I also had a leg up on bartering while I was over there, so I could get some things cheaper than others could. Like cokes...in glass bottles. They always had these 24 cases, up until they poisoned the Pepsi they were selling us. Thank God I went with red. Still, negotiating the standard cost down was an easy task, and eventually he just cut me a break every time I bought them from him. It was kinda cool! I have to be honest in saying that I kinda miss the place. I dunno...yeah, there was the whole death possibility and all, but there were so many other things that I miss. A steady, good paying job is probably the biggest thing. Christ, it seems like half the country'll pat me on the back, give me the "Thank you for your service" verbal blow job, then knife my ass as soon as I take my eyes off of them. I figured it out, though, that it's simply the only way they have to get back at "The Man", but that doesn't make it easier considering I didn't start this war they disagree with. Whatever...

But, BS aside, I still find myself at a decent spot, doing good enough for myself. Things can't get any lower than they did overseas, so I don't really let it get to me -too- much. I know that sounds contradictory after the ranting, but it's true.*got a little ahead of myself there.* I believe enough is enough for now, though. So I say farewell, and until my next update.

Zackeroonie

Boy, it's been a while. I almost forgot I even had this. What's more surprising is that I even remembered my account name and password. Thank God for simplicity in my life. I think I'm gonna get a little back on track with this thing again. It's only been, what, three years? I have a bit of an excuse for roughly a year and a half. But nothing really for the rest of the time in between. Oh, well. I know, for shame. Anyway, I'll be up and about later.

1.Your Middle Name:

2. Age:

3. Single or Taken:

4. Favorite Movie:

5. Favorite Song:

6. Favorite Band/Artist:

7. Dirty or Clean:

8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:


HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...

1. Do we know each other outside of LJ?

2. Whats your philosophy on life?

3. Would you have my back in a fight?

4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?

5. What is your favorite memory of us?

6. Would you give me a kidney?

7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:

8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?

9. Can we get together and make a cake?

10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?

11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?

12. Do you think I'm a good person?

13. Would you drive across country with me?

14. Do you think I'm attractive?

15. If you could change anything about me, would you?

16. What do you wear to sleep?

17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?

18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?

19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?

20. Will you repost this so i can fill it out for you?

There was no particular event or situation that led up to this post. Other than just thinking about it. I've dealt with idiots on several occasions, almost constantly. It's become a frequent encounter ever since I joined the Army. A quick insight: Uncle Sam never set a standard for intelligence. The first job for every Army soldier is to walk point and take the first hit. If that isn't blatant enough, it's something that doesn't require a lot of thought. Anyways, I've broken them down into a few categories, so you should be able to identify and relate.

Arrogant Idiots

These are people who are somehow blinded by their own stupidity. It's not just a lack of concept or common sense. They also suffer from poor memory and an ability to somehow think they're exactly the opposite of what they really are. In short, they think they're smart to boot. These are the type of people that like to correct you about things they recently learned. The only problem with that is that the information they read or heard exceeded their brain's carrying capacity, and was summarily dumped or erased the moment they learned it. It's frustrating trying to point out that they don't really know what they're talking about. I know how watching the history channel helps us all rise to the same level as a graduated and experienced historian, but it only works if you were smart enough to remember, and THEN relay, what information you heard or read. Another frustrating factor about these people is working with them. If they're older than you, they claim a history that exceeds ten years on whatever job you're doing. They know. They've been around the block a few hundred times. But when push comes to shove, and they're trying to do their job, you realize that this jerk off can't even tell the difference between a starter and a fucking steering wheel. I know a lot of people out there aren't natural mechanics. I'm not. But it's pretty obvious.

Stupid Idiots

While this seems like I'm just compounding the Idiot, I'm not. These are the most hopeless of the bunch. You can't equate them to a mentally retarded individual either, as even they have at least an inkling of hope or sensibility in comparison. These are people who were either deprived the human right of brain power, or just chose not to develope it. The latter is the general since, as I already stated, they aren't retarded in the literal case. These are the types of people who provided us with terms like "Ignorance is Bliss." Not the actual Ignorant Idiots, who are seemingly never happy anyway. My experience with this category is extremely limited, so no actual instance or situation can be provided. I usually expend the effort to steer clear of these people.

Impatient Idiots

These people aren't as hopeless as the previous category, as they are usually able to at least think for themselves. But that doesn't mean that they always think. The problem is the impatience that stacks on, effectively adding insult to injury. These are the type of people who think they're smart enough to do a jigsaw puzzle, when in truth they can't even fucking connect the dots with a big bold number next to each progressive bullet. They're known for blaming the puzzle for "Being made stupid" or "Fucking with them", and quickly resort to smashing the piece into a place where it obviously doesn't fit. Shape is too much for them to realize that, but the pretty colors should've been a dead giveaway. I'm color blind and I could figure out that purple and green belong to a different spectrum. These people need to get a clue.

Ignorant Idiots

Once again, it may sound like I'm compounding idiot, but these have two different definitions. It's bad enough when you lack the capacity to think for yourself, but when it also affects your ability to learn it becomes a serious problem. Ignorant Idiots are primarily a product of small towns and the south. The Ku Klux Klan is a prime example of Ignorant Idiots. Fear and lack of learning ability(or social graces. pick one) leads to their lack of understanding about anything not white, southern, and country. I don't feel sorry for Ignorant Idiots the way I do Arrogant Idiots. These guys are not only an insult to humanity, but to the almighty God himself.

I know there's many more categories than just this, but I can't think of too many of them right at the moment. Please inform me of any other types of idiots, and I'll make the attempt to include them in this. Unless you do so yourself in your posts.

Zachary

It's taken a while, but I think my interest and muse are starting to fully recover. It's not that it's really been completely gone, but it's not been the same since some 5 years ago before I went to Job Corps. Recently, it's been hard to devote my characters to any interaction besides the main room purpose. Fighting. But now, I have a new C that I've adored since I was 14 years old, and one finally getting back into the proverbial "Swing of things". It's awesome, and it's motivational.

I know the room's not always about being on the top. It's glamorous, and it's appealing. But it can't be everything. You notice the top guy in the room, Ator, and no one wants to RP with that C unless it's terminally necessary. That has to suck. For Dany, anyways. But I've gotten past that complex finally, having pushed some of my C's for a bit deeper involvement in some things. Anyways, hopefully I can get some more interesting RPs in before I head to the sandbox after this summer.

Zachary

But not really. I dunno, I'm starting to realize a trend since I came back to IMC in general. It's trend of leaving people in the dark until the last second. When I first returned, back in June I think it was, things were peachy. Not perfect, but they were good. Probably a few months ago, the simple problems that presented themselves started blowing up all around me. What are these problems you might ask? They're all roughly sub-complications that come from the newest hate-aimed band wagon in Alt. The Devin Drama Party. Allow me to elaborate.

The initial bandwagon was a mistake partially on my part. I had issues with staff. One other chatter had issues with staff. And a rant fest turned into a flame war. Eventually the line was drawn and Devin(I'm hoping) brought it to a close. But when that happened, it only left the band wagon stragglers with nothing to follow. So the hate to Devin became the next best thing.

Now, it's not as numerous as the staff problem. And it's not as one sided. It's miniscule dicisions, comments, and actions that irk people. But instead of confronting DEVIN, the guy who irritated them, they harbor it. They scheme. They make shit up, by what I've gathered. Most of this happens while I'm not around. I'll return from field time and give Devin my usual "What's Up" call. This is when I'm filled in on the latest drama. While I normally couldn't care any less, the main issues happen when my name is slung into the "Oh Shit" category.

That's when it becomes my problem. Best part is that I generally don't even know. Devin's kind enough to give me a heads up. He doesn't spit out gory details, just in case people think he's diming them out. But he lets me know. The main issue I have is the fact that Devin, and the other involved person, are my friend(notice the singular) and acquaintance. While I'm not one to try and sweep a problem with someone under the rug through the iggy button or hugs, I don't generally like stepping on toes. However, some of these idiots make it impossible to keep myself from just blowing up on the subject.

Like I said, I'm kept in the black. I'm out of the loop. I don't know what goes on with Devin and his on line friends because it's probably none of my fucking business. But every now and then I get into the mix without even knowing. And when I'm warned someone had a debate with him and my name came up, I start to get defensive and curious. Thanks for including me in the loop, ass hole. At least Devin had the fucking manners to let me know when I was talked about. YOU just kept it up behind my damn back. And most of these people are individuals I've known for years. 'Scuse me, THOUGHT I knew. It's when situations like this arise that you learn what kinda mistakes you made in trusting them.

Point is, I can't even give two fucks less about the Devin Drama Party. If you have a problem with him, let it be with him. If my name gets mentioned, by him or you, shut the fuck up and come to me. My give a shit for all this drama is gone. I'm not gonna be the middle man anymore for some people, and I'm not gonna stand for shit getting said about me when I'm not around to even TRY to defend myself, or speak for myself. Thanks for proving what kinda jerks you guys are.

Zachary

I wonder about people sometimes. Not about just idiots and people that suffer an obvious lack of common sense. I also mean people close to me. Or that I see as close to me. But that correction right there just goes to show exactly what I'm trying to say. Family and friends are people that you love, trust, support, and rely on. But sometimes, things happen that make you lose most of those feelings.

For example: Recent situations with my family pretty much destroyed my trust for them. When they sell you out on assumption that you're in the wrong; mind you that you've never done them wrong before, and you pay the price in an organization that makes it their job to get into your business. Now, in the end, they were all wrong. I was right. But the fact remains that my own family had done me over. I still love them. Always will. But I won't ever trust or rely on them.

Same goes with friends. Maybe it's not quite as harsh. They don't usually have an impact on my life at a professional level. But still...things happen. Or more like, things are said and done.

I have a list of people I considered friends. Some closer than others. But as the saying goes, actions speak louder than words. The test of time proved a few suspicions to me, maybe they weren't more than just acquaintances. I suppose I can't hold it against them. Afterall, I was the (only)one putting forth any trust or concern. I couldn't figure out why personal things were never reciprocated. Or I was even greeted. Or thought about. It's human nature to be selfish, but I've got a pretty good hand on it. I generally try to include friends in my interests and stuff like that. But it's never been the other way around. It's a high expectation I guess, but it sucks spending a decade realizing you're one of the guys that's left out. You're the fall back guy. The shoulder to cry on. The guy who isn't a threat. The guy to walk all over. Not just with women, but with men. I can't count how many guys tried to use me as something to make them look, or just seem, better. A quick brawl later, they didn't look so good. But then I'm the ass. I'm the bad guy for standing up for myself.

That's another aggravation. You can't stand up for friends anymore. Or loved ones. You're always wrong. It's not a matter of "I can take care of myself" either. If it was just that, it wouldn't suck so much. But you try to stand up for someone, take actions into your own hands, and you're the bad guy all of a sudden. They could've been at odds with someone who could be considered their worst enemy at that point in time. But you and that person somehow switch roles when you stand up for someone you care about. Suddenly, there's sympathy for the jerk off you were trying to trample, and you're an ass for trying to defend someone.

This is when I decide to say "Fuckit." People called me an ass hole when I kept to myself. I drank, and I always had a temper. But I guarantee, as much of an ass hole as I may have been, I was never hurt emotionally. I think it's good when you moderate, or eliminate, the need for friends or company. Things get less personal, and less emotional. I'm tired of hurt feelings, as childish as it sounds. But then again, tell me who the first human being on this world who never suffered hurt feelings is, and I may realize what kind of idiot I am for saying that. It's time to regress, I suppose. Toss the luggage, trim down the black book, and free up some more "me" time. To hell with everyone else.