Please tell me why it is that every time I turn around I have to sign up for someone's discount card or rewards program so that I can feel good about the excessive amount of money I spend at any given establishment? I don't want and do not have the room for any more discount cards. Why can't we just have one card like say a drivers license that holds all our consumer information? Christ I could have a card for EVERY retail establishment I patronize. That is not to speak of cards for service like the library and such. Are people so insecure in their spending that they have to be rewarded for going where they would normally shop anyhow? Not to mention what is the the "reward"? More calories we don't need or perhaps another video game or movie or what have you. These are not really rewards these are what is slowly killing us. The frivolous spending the over consuming, fuck it. You want to give me a discount? Give me the fucking discount just for being there and spending my money at your establishment. I don't want or need the free DVD after I have spent $10K on shit I don't really need or the coupon for stuff that is a different brand of similar product that I don't buy. I just want my shit at a fair price and don't feel the need to be a part of any other club than US citizen.
Thank You and Good Day
Miked
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Showing posts with label paradoxes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paradoxes. Show all posts
Friday, July 16, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
We Live To Survive Our Paradoxes, Part 4
Why is it that most of the things we find near and dear to us our usually pretty threadbare? I think we all have that favorite old pair of jeans or those shoes that won't go away despite their malodorous reputation. It would stand to reason that we would latch on to something fresh and new but yet we always turn back to our old friends.
This seems to stem from early childhood I think that most of us had the coveted "security blanket" I know I did and the day I burned it in the back yard with my father when he was burning leaves had to be my first taste of a funeral.
Right now I have on a pair of jeans that has lost pretty much all of of it luster and I am sure that my family and friends are sick of seeing me in them but they are just so much more comfortable then the new ones that I got for Christmas as a hint to get rid of the ones I am currently wearing. Each time I send them through the laundry cycle they wear out a little more. The back pockets are starting to fray away from the rest of the pants. The front is starting to show signs of wear and tear and yet they just seem to get better. Like a fine wine?
I find similar situations with a lot of my friends. Most of my friends I have known for many many years and although our lives seem to fray and parts of the relationship seem to be pulled from the main body they are still the best friends I could ask for. They all have threadbare back stories and different life experiences but they are all really good friends.
Is it strange that in other aspects of out lives we do not stand for such things? If the car starts to rust we get a new one. If the paint wears off the house we immediately freshen it up. But when it comes to our favorite pair of trousers battered is better.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
This seems to stem from early childhood I think that most of us had the coveted "security blanket" I know I did and the day I burned it in the back yard with my father when he was burning leaves had to be my first taste of a funeral.
Right now I have on a pair of jeans that has lost pretty much all of of it luster and I am sure that my family and friends are sick of seeing me in them but they are just so much more comfortable then the new ones that I got for Christmas as a hint to get rid of the ones I am currently wearing. Each time I send them through the laundry cycle they wear out a little more. The back pockets are starting to fray away from the rest of the pants. The front is starting to show signs of wear and tear and yet they just seem to get better. Like a fine wine?
I find similar situations with a lot of my friends. Most of my friends I have known for many many years and although our lives seem to fray and parts of the relationship seem to be pulled from the main body they are still the best friends I could ask for. They all have threadbare back stories and different life experiences but they are all really good friends.
Is it strange that in other aspects of out lives we do not stand for such things? If the car starts to rust we get a new one. If the paint wears off the house we immediately freshen it up. But when it comes to our favorite pair of trousers battered is better.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
Monday, February 22, 2010
We Live To Survive Our Paradoxes, Part III
It should come to little or know surprise to some of you that I was a total party animal (pronounced social retard) in my early days.
I am a few years past that lifestyle and although I reflect back on that time with the same joy that watching "Animal House" brings, it is hard to shake the legend. Not that I am looking to forget my past. I am maybe looking to apologize and looking for a little glimpse of atonement.
Now here I am trying to live a better life and be a better person. Using my past as motivation of what not to do in life.
I really love tales of drunken escapades and have many, many of my own and they are sacred and I love them like my children. However, how do I explain to someone not to make the same mistakes I made without looking like a hypocrite because I am still in love with about 75% of the shit I did in my former life?
Another thing I have been wrestling with is the perceived double standard between men and women when it comes to casual sex. It is funny how the more women a man sleeps with makes him some sort of social hero yet if a woman sleeps around she is a low grade whore.
I have been thinking about this a lot lately. I have reconciled this by not believing the double standard. It is a higher standard. Women have a lot more at stake in this department. It is not the man who is gonna get pregnant and the worse case scenario for the man is that he is paying child support for the next eighteen years. Clearly the biggest part of the responsibility falls on the shoulders of the woman.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
I am a few years past that lifestyle and although I reflect back on that time with the same joy that watching "Animal House" brings, it is hard to shake the legend. Not that I am looking to forget my past. I am maybe looking to apologize and looking for a little glimpse of atonement.
Now here I am trying to live a better life and be a better person. Using my past as motivation of what not to do in life.
I really love tales of drunken escapades and have many, many of my own and they are sacred and I love them like my children. However, how do I explain to someone not to make the same mistakes I made without looking like a hypocrite because I am still in love with about 75% of the shit I did in my former life?
Another thing I have been wrestling with is the perceived double standard between men and women when it comes to casual sex. It is funny how the more women a man sleeps with makes him some sort of social hero yet if a woman sleeps around she is a low grade whore.
I have been thinking about this a lot lately. I have reconciled this by not believing the double standard. It is a higher standard. Women have a lot more at stake in this department. It is not the man who is gonna get pregnant and the worse case scenario for the man is that he is paying child support for the next eighteen years. Clearly the biggest part of the responsibility falls on the shoulders of the woman.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
Friday, July 10, 2009
Of Mice And More Paradoxes.....
It is funny that I find myself growing older and reflecting on my life's experiences and I seem directly drawn to the parties and good times and the debauchery and the general shenanigans that went on and it is like a dream. It is so far back and so long ago that I have trouble remembering who that person even was. But the common denominator was always alcohol. It was everywhere and we were encouraged to consume ad nauseum. Alcohol for me was just a tool. It was the grease that lubed up an already twisted mind. I can prove this because I have done equally stupid shit stone cold sober. It is now that I have to contemplate the life and times of a college freshman and how the times have changed, or have they? Seems alcohol is still a very important piece of the puzzle, yet our society has gone bonkers in protecting (as if) people under the age of 21 from the grips of alcohol. For me the great paradox here is that I have had some really great times with alcohol, and I believe that it is part of coming of age. (not just 21) I still will never understand how you can go to war and loose your life for this country but you don't have the responsibility to have a beer. This said, I have also witnessed first-hand the negative effects of alcohol and would never encourage someone to start drinking. Life seems full of contradictions like this. I guess I am just fortunate enough to have come out the other side alive and healthy.
Miked
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