Ginger Rage

Getting my haircut has always been a huge annoyance. First, I don't like phone so I don't make appointments. Second, I don't like people touching me. This makes it difficult to allow someone to wash my hair. Third, I don't like taking the chance of sitting there so long with a person who turns out to be an idiot or perhaps just annoying. Well, this past Saturday was finally the day and I went to get it done.  This is not the particular dumb-ass I'm speaking of; it's my haircut. As most people know the chairs at the hair salon are pretty close together so it's quite easy to hear the conversation next to you. The first part involved a young girl having stolen quite a large of amount of things from different stores at the town center. Apparently, she kept grabbing stuff and going back to her car and the trunk was full.  The next part of the conversation involved a very touchy subject for me; texting and driving. I almost die on a daily basis becaus...

What is the meaning of life is a popular question? Another is...How do I not waste my life? The last few days have gone by in a blur for me. Sunday I had to fast. Monday I had to fast and get my blood taken so I was exhausted and slept much of the day. Tuesday I had a Doctor appointment and had to get a procedure done that they gave me lots of meds to sleep. I was basically awake long enough to sleep and eat that day. Today, I woke early for another appointment came home, watched some tv and went back to sleep because I got bored of waiting for someone. After this I was given a lovely new car stereo and then we had a lovely dinner. Now I am at home wondering to myself, what the hell happened to the day? If I waste my days then that means that keep going by us, we keep getting older and then we die. Since I began to have a slight anxiety attack I decided to google the issue. I google everything else so I figure somewhere in the world I could have someone tell me what to do in ord...

People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself.  But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates.  ~Thomas Szasz, "Personal Conduct,"  The Second Sin , 1973 In today's society of rules and norms, I don't think the idea of true happiness can actually exist. The only way to assert true happiness would be to return to the ways of our prehistoric ancestors or in more modern times, they ways of a three year old. If someone takes your toy, punch them and take it back. If someone has a toy you want, punch them and take it. If for some reason punching, kicking, biting doesn't work then fall to the floor kicking and screaming. If your hungry grab the tastiest thing you can find, be damned with  calories.  Most importantly, if you want to sleep...just sleep wherever you are standing. Being tired is a non issue. If this simple things were allowed I have no doubt that most of us would spend a majority of our times ...

“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”  ―  Mae West Happiness was easier to find at this age, before we realized what it was we were going after.  Life is beginning to feel as if it's a waste of time. Most people in the modern age have everything supplied for them so easily; food from a grocery store, entertainment in various forms depending on personality, some type of place to live with a variance in size, and usually no giant animal running after you in order to make you lunch. For this reason we no longer have to worry about survival and instead just have to worry about existing. There are several problems that come along with the mere idea of existence and usually they all involve things such as finding the meaning of life. We ask ourselves strange questions such as: Why am I here? How can I make every moment count? What does it all really mean? Then we tell ourselves terrible cliches such as: Make every moment count. There is...