I Remember watching a movie titled "The Neverending Story." I really cannot remember what the movie was about except a young child and a dragon, of some sorts, I think!That was a long time ago, a fantasy tale of a young boy.
I would like to talk about "The Never Ending Battle!" A reality tale of an old man, ME!
I hate! Mondays! Ever since I can remember. Mondays was the return, into a world, I did not belong, nor choose to be! Always, I had to force myself, that forcing always drained my control! Sad to say it still does! After almost a lifetime, you'd think the control would be so much easier, would you not? Changing a mindset of foreverness, it seems, is impossible. And so it is!
I no longer live for the weekend, as I once did. I once tried to get as many hours of enjoyment to toughen myself up for the work week. I'm sure you know what I mean, do you not? Work was work like going to school was a pain to me. Well, after sixth grade I mean. I loved school, until middle school. Then, it was different, a burden, that I must do, because, because, because! I shall not go into how I realized, I was different on this post, it would take up a years worth of posts to accomplish that! Possibly a book! Is funny though, how I can trace back, pinpointing the big change in my life. So never mind I'll save that for later.
Today I seem to excel mentally, after the first day is laid to rest. Then I can settle into a groove and do the Tuesday thru Friday thing. It's them MONDAY'S, that drain me, mentally, causing an inside battle, that seems to never end, therefore my never ending battle.
I hate Mondays so bad, I took off every Monday for a whole summer, instead of vacations. It was really nice, but Tuesdays become the bad day! Weekends are for relaxing, and they've become so relaxing and stress free, my dreams reflect that.
The ability to manage, the uncontrollable, never ends. That's a mighty fine statement if one can make it so, is it to simply not give a rat's ass the, answer? Rules are made for a reason. Example you cannot drive your automobile at the speed you want. You can, but, you'll get tickets and lose your license.
I expect adults to do and act like adults. That's where I apparently, am WRONG!!! Some, I say some, are able to bend all the fucking rules, and get away with it! That's when I become unhinged! It's NOT, okay for SOME and not for OTHERS!
Please tell me why, SOME can get by with the breaking of rules??? I do not wish to be treated any better than the others, however it ain't right, that some get treated better than me, or others like me, that carry their burdens. Fuck-offs, brown-nosers, ass-kissers, what can I say there always there, always have been, and damn sure ain't fucking going away!
WHY THEN CAN'T AN OLD MAN OVERLOOK THEM ASSHOLES?????
AM I WRONG TO FEEL THIS WAY? DO YOU OUT THERE HAVE THESE KIND OF FEELINGS THAT EAT AT YOU?
I'M TOO OLD TO CHANGE, BUT DAG-NAP IT. I WAS BROUGHT UP TO BELIEVE IN RIGHT AND WRONG, GOOD AND BAD. TRUTH AND JUSTICE AND ALL THAT!
I KNOW WHAT I'D DO TO THESE TYPES, ESPECIALLY ONE YOUNG MAN . . . THAT COMES TO MIND.
MY TERRIFIC GRANDPARENTS TOOK ME AND MY BROTHER TO CHURCH, EVERY SUNDAY. SUNDAY SCHOL WAS FANTASTIC TO A YOUNG LAD-IO, AS HE LISTENED TO THE STORIES OF THE BIBLE. AN IMAGINATIVE YOUNG BOY'S MIND WAS A MOVIE THEATER PLAYING NON-STOP, IT WAS WONDERFUL!!!
I GOT OFF MY POINT, BUT I'M NOW GOING TO TIE UP THE LOOSE ENDS.
THERE IS THIS STORY ABOUT DANIEL AND THE LION'S DEN, SURE YOU REMEMBER!
IN MY NEVER ENDING STORY/NEVER ENDING BATTLE, I'D PUT THEM ASS KISSERS IN A DEN WITH LIONS!