I am full of opinions, I have been for quite some time, but as I get older things seem to bother me more and more. As I child I was kind of quiet and more of an observer, I took in things, and noticed a lot more than other children my age probably should have. My father, who is an interesting man, kind of put his stamp or branded me at a young age. He has own slightly skewed version of how the world works, and although he didn’t really try to teach us much of it, I learned, and mastered.
My father has weird ideas, like his idea that short socks make you homosexual, I am not lying, this is something he believes strongly, and so whenever I or my mother would buy my younger brother a pair, he would throw them out almost immediately. There are other ideas he has of child rearing that just don’t seem reasonable to me, but I agree with him, because it’s a little easier that way. We spent a lot of time outdoors with my father, and now he comes up once or twice a month and takes my children out on walks by the river, and shows Zaryus and Zoey nature, we have a huge turkey feather in my house currently that Zaryus keeps asking for ink to use, because his poppy told him that’s how you write with it.
My father also taught me what it was to be a black American, how skin color works, and what it means to be me. He gave me access to any book I could ever want to read, and would ask my opinion on it. He also made me keep a journal of what I did at school each day, and would read it and complain about how I wrote my “f”s. Seriously, this was my childhood. He balked at the fact when I was around 12 I read a Malcolm X biography and refused to eat pork again, (I still haven’t). He tried to break me, with the smell of fried bacon in the morning, ham for dinner; luckily I do have a mother, who made him stop eventually. Even though to this day when I ask what’s for dinner at my mom’s when I’m over, he will say “swine, why are you hungry” or something to that effect.
I speak about my father because he is the background for me, and who I am, I am also my mother’s child, and I will write about her at another time. Being my father has made me have very strong opinions about who I am, and has caused me to have many, many pet peeves, or things that get under my fucking skin. This is a list. Today’s list, it changes and I add things from day to day.
Grown men riding bikes in traffic, with helmets on. It really kills me when they are riding women’s bikes or bikes that are entirely too small for them. And when they use their hands like traffic signals.
Fat people with too small clothes on, I hate to see someone’s back or their stomach flopping over their pants, put some fucking clothes on that fit. That’s me in my head.
People who smell like cigarettes, or have bad hygiene in general. This has really started from working in the court house, if I have to do you paper work and your breath smells so bad I can smell it before you enter the room there is something wrong.
Bad little kids. I really hate them, I love kids in general, but if your kid is bad and I can’t beat them or put the fear of Jesus in them, don’t bring them near me. I hate a screaming ass kid, especially irks me if they are black, because our culture doesn’t tolerate that shit. And I hate to see a screaming bad kid in the store, if I can have two quiet kids, why can’t you?
Kids over the age of 1 with a pacifier. Seriously?
That said kids over 2 in a stroller, this is on Zaryus’ list as well, he calls them out to their parents and everything, that is not a baby!
People who can’t drive, and old people driving.
People who drive too slow. I’m always rushing even if I’m early.
People with food stamps in the store who have Iphones, coach bags, and uggs on….
Grown women with nasty weaves, bad hair in general gets on my nerves.
People who have dogs, and let them A kiss their mouths, and B shit all over the place. Especially in public parks. Nasty, just nasty.
I’m sure I’m missing about 20 or so items, I left some really offensive ones out, something’s I know I should probably keep to myself. I will just leave you with this. I’m not sure if Rufus Overby raised me right or not, but I know who I am, and for those of you who don’t know me. I will let you know J
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