Oh I’ve been looking at my last few entry’s and I have to admit I appear a little angry. I hope the word curmudgeon isn’t on the tip of your tongue. Don’t paint me with that brush; I’m too young and too pretty to be an angry old man. Am I in denial?
The Simple Green for our times, denial, the all purpose cleaner; The economy isn’t so bad; look at Wall Street. Things will get better in the new year. We’re all in this together. Compromise is the ticket. I won’t rock the boat; I shall become the next millionaire. And last but not least, I’m just going through a ‘dry spell.’
So I’m not a curmudgeon, I’m a hopeful young man just going through a bit of a social/economic dip. And in this minor swale I’m learning. I’m a product of excess and by falling behind in consumerism I’ve angered god. I now as penance for my dwindling income I’ve proved that I don’t deserve health care and unemployment and a steady income or new socks. Hell if you were on the right side of god you’d be healthy and if you’re not, eschew muni and walk up them hills. About work and money; my ex-fatherinlaw used to advise, “Get a job ya bum ya.” And in getting back to basics, I’m learning to damn/darn my most holy socks.
Joyfully, I’m getting into our twenty-first century zeitgeist. I’m enjoying my apartment watching DVD’s and eating popcorn five nights a week. Who needs to look for work when there is Facething waiting to ambush and smother the productive impulse in it’s fuzzy, warm embrace. “Oh look at all the fun my countless friends have had over the holiday….” As product of the twentieth century I can’t in good conscience do Netflix when the Film Yard is six blocks away. Crazy as this sounds, I buy local and walk to the shop. I may never finish my ablutions if I keep on like this but I’m skeptical about a two ton SUV for twenty pounds of groceries; I ride my bike and carry the produce in the basket. I buy books from Green Apple (I’ll give up restaurants rather than books). Local eliminates stores based either in ether or in hell. If I don’t buy from stores connected to a satellite the less I have to buy. Sort of a win/win thing for a grumpy guy. If I were grumpy. I’m not grumpy. My frown is upside down. Oh my goodness, my giggle pin has worked loose at the prospect of a Happy New Year. Curmudgeon my ass.