Short Takes—Fun and Not So Fun

Adult World (2013)

Written by Andy Cochran; directed by Scott Coffey (who also stars as the store owner); produced by Alex Goldstone, Joy Gorman and Justin Nappi
Stars: Emma Roberts (Celeste and Jesse Forever), John Cusack (Perks of Being a Wallflower), Evan Peters


Amy Anderson (Roberts), an aspiring poet with little life experience, having racked up a load of college loan costs, is basically kicked out of the house by her parents; forced to find a job, her journey is severely limited by the fact that her only significant skill is: writing.  Amy reluctantly lands a job at a Mom-and-Pop adult bookstore.

Upon seeing one of her favorite writers, “Rat” Billings (Cusack) at a book signing, Amy eventually follows him, with the help of “Rubia” (Armando Riesco), to his house.  Obsessed and persistent, Rat gives in, in a way, accepting her as his protégé (but really, as his maid).  Things come unglued as Amy takes herself too seriously.

The actors pull it off well.  It’s not as iconic as Perks…Wallflower, and it doesn’t do much as far as bringing original ideas to the table, but the execution is great.  Besides having a plot that doesn’t call for much, there’s nothing unappealing about this film in my mind.  “Amy” may be full of herself, but Emma Robberts makes her so damn cute!  You can’t help but like her.  (At least I did.)  Grade: B

Authors Anonymous (2014)

Written by David Congalton; directed by Ellie Kanner; produced by Kanner (EKZ) and Hal Schwartz; Cuoco and co-star Bennet also served as executive producers
Stars: Chris Klein (American Pie), Kaley Cuoco (Big Bang Theory), Teri Polo (Meet the Parents), Dylan Walsh (Nip/Tuck), Tricia Helfer, Jonathan Bennet and the late Dennis Farina (Law & Order)


A.A. is a comedy in the form of pseudo-documentary that starts with an unpublished writing support group, hosted by a married couple.  Hannah Rinaldi (Cuoco), a girl that had never read much or written, is accepted into the group.  Henry (Klein) has a crush on her.

Meanwhile, optician Alan Mooney (Walsh) appears to only put ideas into a memo recorder; his wife (“Colette”/Polo), an “aspiring writer,” can’t write.  Sigrid (Helfer), a German immigrant working at a hardware store, supports the delusional Tom Clancy wanna-be (and possible future husband) John K. Butzin (Farina) to the point of lying.

Bruised egos over substance, the group fails to take the news well when Hannah suddenly gets published and beyond.  Unrequited love, betrayal and resentment, drama and separation ensues.  It ends with a new angle on what the “documentary” is about.

It starts off strong and real, but the plot unwinds in a scripted-comedic fashion; some of its elements, as the movie advances, are detailed or portrayed unconvincingly.  The film was obviously low-budget (an indie released in theaters April 18) and could’ve used more improv and less acting.  Grade: C+

Some Girl(s) (2013)

Screenplay by Neil LaBute; directed by Daisy von Scherler Mayer.
Stars: Adam Brody, Jennifer Morrison (House), Emily Watson, Zoe Kazan (Ruby Sparks), Kristen Bell (Veronica Mars).


A writer (Brody), published in a magazine for his realistic relationship stories, has actually been basing his stories on experience.  Now engaged to a young med student, he decides to ‘patch things up’ with his former relationships.

Multiple stops, second-hand smoke (“Tyler”/Mia Maestro) and a slap to the face (“Sam”/Morrison), as “Man” advances with each location, more is revealed about the guy, that there’s more than what meets the eye.

Groan.  It’s acted well, and it comes off interesting, but I could tell it was written by one person, and a male at that, writing all the female dialogue.  The British wife (“Lindsay”), whose acquaintance with “Man” was an affair, despite Watson’s accent had much the same written dialogue as the American women, plus a “bloody.”

It’s contrived like a stage play because it’s based on LaBute’s 2005 play, with Reggie (Kazan in this film adaptation) having a final say with a kiss (that is a woman kiss).  Please.  Grade: B-

Red 2 (2013)

Written by Jon and Erich Hoeber; directed by Dean Parisot; produced by Lorenzo di Bonaventura.
Stars: Bruce Willis (Die Hard), John Malkovich (one of three producers, Perks…Wallflower), Mary-Louise Parker (Weeds), Helen Miren (Hitchcock), Anthony Hopkins (Silence of the Lambs), Catherine Zeta-Jones, Byung-hun Lee and Neal McDonough (Justified).


A hit is ordered on Frank & friends are set up and made out to be Nightshade participants, domestic terrorists.  They must fight for their lives, and…well, save the world.

Marvin Boggs (Malkovich) claims he, Frank Moses (Willis) and girlfriend Sarah Ross (Parker) are targets, and attempts to fake his own death.  Jack Horton (McDonough) interrogates Frank anyway.  So after being set up, the three, with targets on their backs, walk right into the setup, seek “The Frog” (David Thewlis), team up with their assassin and eventually break out the mad scientist (Hopkins, Jolygood!) behind the infamous and undetectable thermonuclear Red Mercury bomb.

Twists and turns, shots and explosions, jokes and gags, this “family friendly” sequel (PG-13) packs an f-bomb with its Red bomb, versus the R-rated original film adaptation inspired by the Red comic book by Warren Ellis and Cully Hamner.

116 minutes in running time, some of the not-so-high-quality movie moments could’ve been cut, especially the “Karma’s a bitch” line.  (Seriously?)  Some of the gags are unquestionably funny (e.g., Frank yelling at Marvin, “Stop cutting wires!”; Sarah running, shooting up a ceiling with a big smile on her face).  But the film is written mostly for its action, and its actors are tired.  There are so many stunts in the film that, in the credits, not only were the stunts separated by location, but the largest block of names is HUGE.

It’s fun to watch if you’ve the time to spare.  Grade: B

3 Days to Kill (2014)

Written by Luc Besson and Adi Hasak; directed by McG (Supernatural); produced by Besson and Hasak, Ryan Kavanaugh, Marc Libert and Virginie Silla.
Stars: Kevin Costner (The Upside of Anger), Hailee Steinfeld (True Grit), Connie Neelson (Gladiator) and Amber Heard.


A CIA agent (Costner) is informed that he has brain cancer, spreading to his lungs.  The agency dismisses him, but a woman (Heard) keeps him active as an assassin.  With the little time he has left to spend with family, he accepts a kill order.  His reward: a drug that could cure or delay his cancer, so he could spend Christmas with his wife and daughter.

The film is detailed like a ludicrous comic book.  Why is it that a young, attractive woman hired this guy to do her dirty work?  Why a French albino as one of the lead villains?  And a Philanxifor-like drug to cure or abate the ex-agent’s cancer?  Magical.  An ear-splitting explosion, gun shots, an undeveloped backstory, a car chase… …Zzzzz.  You know it’s not very good when you start to ask: why was this made?  Grade: C

Slaves of Masters

Prepped and primed and polished,
they cannot pen themselves
a book without a ghostwriter,
dense paper & glue for the shelves.

What is to say they cannot think
outside ’the realm of politick?
Why need to meddle in affairs
better suited for the working stiff?

How would you spend your public time,
if not for wasting precious public dime,
’stead of picking facts
and the pockets of the pool?

How do we not feel like fools?
How do we represent
a country, free, eventually
robbed of every cent?

The workers of the land see first
such an incredulous totality of lies;
why, Yes We Can but won’t or can’t
be the master of our own lives.

Starting Over!


First, I would like to apologize.
Ultimately, I am sorry for what I’ve done and done again.

I said I’d delete this blog, but… there are too many dependencies, and there’s too much history…  In other words I care too much for some of the material here.

I have yet to forgive myself the things I’ve done over my life.  But I should never forget.  (And how could I, someone obsessed and so alone, that things move so slowly?)

So I won’t delete the whole thing, just individual posts the better me just can’t believe would ever be.

Since I started writing that novel I mentioned the last time—started June 4, things became clearer for me, personally.  I opened a world.  I killed a writer’s block (and, in part a life block) by simply extending a daydream, along the way forcing myself to think about my life in order to bring life to a fictional character.

At least the whole novel thing (32,500 words now) carries a better purpose than the mere desperation that got me to create this blog in the first place.  (Yes, it started out of desperation.)

Changes shall be made.

So, without a further pause, here’s my To-Do List.

  1. Kill ungenuine/unfunny posts.
    Est. time: “forever”
    In other words, be less ugly by way of (and this is important) being myself.
    I know, I know, it sounds impossible.  But I need to stop running from my problems, or otherwise expecting unsuspecting “readers” to solve them for me.  (I hate you guys.  I love you guys.)

  2. Change theme.
    Est. time: minutes done (and my, it looks better already! —even the depressing stuff!)
    Goodbye Notebook Theme, may you rot in hell (just kidding).
    Even though libertarianinmind is stuck with me as part of the web address, that LIMitation shall be insignificant in comparison.  It shall.
    Hello, and someone kill me The Dependent Independent.

  3. Be more open, Like more stuff of strangers.
    Est. time: easier said than done (and yes, I’m calling that a measurement of time; I’m the ref here, not you)
    See #1 on the bell-end issue of being less ugly first.

    π.  Add “This is is one of the worst things to ever grace the pages of WordPress” to first post, Thursday: Another Day.
    Est. time: pending canceled

  4. I need internet access.
    Est. time: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! (wait, you’re serious?)
    Yeah… this still, all the same, nevertheless isn’t something in my power, #ForeverBroke.
    This interferes with items 1-5.

  5. What happened to Eric “Le Clown” R.?
    Est. time: hey, this isn’t a to-do item! (too bad, Time Estimator)
    I am so far GD (goddamned) out of the loop that I still have no idea what happened.  In January, everything stopped and all but vanished, and my/others help in the transition to Better Blogging™ (which I took for granted) had ended.

  6. Create YA (young author) blog.
    Est. time: pending
    An area used specifically for writing, and an area that never puts politics in focus.  Writing: what I should’ve been doing since High School.  But #NoOneLovesMe :(.

Anyone else out there have a to-do list?  Care to add something to this list, even though you have little to no business in my affairs?

Becoming a Writer

Let’s face it.  Or rather, I have to.  I am a man, or rather a an adult child in isolation.

So… what else can I effectively do but put my dreams and daydreams into fiction writing.

So… I would become a writer in the process.  And probably certainly a bad one, at that, having no experience in…anything.  Aimless wandering, blahda, blahda.  An expert in empty conversation prose, I make a horrible writer.

So… that’s the downside in all this: I know nothing.  It’s the first step in wisdom — first, say to yourself, I know nothing.  But unfortunately, I still know nothing.

The upside?  I’m deleting this blog.  Reasons?

1) I hate it;
2) I hate it;
3) you, the audience hate it (and should); and
4) it was hastily created with a bad name.  No one likes libertarians.  And I’m an independent.  (No representation of anything whatsoever, of this accumulation of “posts”—145, to count.  No representation, at least, in consistency.)

The new blog (yes, creating another) will be private.  Maybe, someday, I’ll unlock it…

I’ve been writing a novel.  Novella?  23,000 words so far.  Far from the best thing ever written.

Well, have a nice Fourth of July.  The End.

Think Positive

This one’s a little in the style of Dr. Seuss.  Enjoy.  (Or not.)

Think positive, think positive, you or they may say.
But it’s easy, so easy for you to say.
A realist, I am, I say, each day
in my undeniable, fait accompli of ultra-flawed ways of ways.

A “realist” that, with never a drink,
at times acts drunk, or even act the crazy “optimist.”
To Be, and me, more comfortable in my skin,
instead of getting all outlandishly shy or pissed.

Why it sure takes a toll,
the disagreement, with you, with me, you see.
And how insincere, insensitive I really can be,
snubbing thee— another missed opportunity!

Come to stress, I digress.

You know, they always say, of you or I ought to
dream big, and bigger, and act on it, make it so.
But how would I, or could I, having
roughly the brain of a dodo?

Ah, but real confidence cannot come from ever really knowing.
But rather from the heart, the sleep,
living and breathing,
and definitely going.

A happiness, therein, you seek,
to work, respect and thereby, therefore inspire.
To utilize and move, and love and care,
and on the inappropriate side, only lastly desire.

If that were so easy too.

And lastly again, what’s taught, and thought
of what should be and what should not,
forgetting how things always work out in the end,
regardless of what you got.

For you see, to a degree, every one is flawed.
Honestly, complicated, but simple from the start.
As everyone counts, and everything matters,
well before being realized; there is always a heart.

To find understanding in those you hear
and in turn sing your own flawed song,
that to live and love positive would definitely mean seeing
‘not right’ more than ‘wrong.’

©2013-14 adamjasonp

Censorship Boycotts are for Cowards

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Fighting injustice is necessary.

You voice the facts, you voice your opinion; you may attempt to correct the record, you fight.  But you don’t censor others in the process.

Free Speech means addition, not subtraction. …But tell that to people who don’t listen to logic, and worse, let hatred get the best of themselves.

There is that point where “speaking up” doesn’t work.  That is, when it’s not honest, not a reflection of Free speech.
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Of Angels Like Politicians

I shout, I pout,
I pace about the house.
But once in many years I walk the woods.
I breathe, and make glance, or two;
what little time spent in the yard.

as if to say I should
be so weary or dreary,
frightened or sad,
depressed or depressing,
hardly heard, or hard of hearing.

And for shame, my mere appearing.

I wish I may,
I wish I might;
here, sulking forever,
so low, as to call it ‘plight.’

So “bright,”
what a future told,
expected, said, rhymed and rolled,
— but like mold,
it ages but never gets old.

Now that’s a word.
a want of a life,
ever, left there like a turd.

Yeah, “free as a bird.”

Oh, you can pray,
or try as you plead, and scream,
each day,
fall, realizing
you’re punching a bag of hay.

How far things stray,
the predictions, they swell, I swell;
none so whole, none forward.
No, no, they don’t go so well.

But life goes on,
yet some still dwell;
of angels like politicians,
the whole world goes to hell.

Can you hear me now?  No.  Of course, not.

Ignorance in Überland

The Three “wise” monkeys.

Yeah, I just thought I’d piss more people off.  No, that’s not it.

ignorance (n.): the condition of being uneducated, unaware, or uninformed.

Among the actions taken: issuing a filter, attaching a name to the information, finding ‘reason’ to insulate oneself from the information.  And that’s an important word in describing it: insulation.

factual (adj.): the quality of being actual, true.

The quality of information is crucial.  However, the stronger suite can overpower in the mind; often enough, it’s entertainment or sensationalism that wins out.  To judge in a so-called ‘popular’ manner, but have less understanding.

Ignorance and understanding are diametrically opposed to each other.  At least with facts, there is true common ground.  …And, well, the ignorant will end up disagreeing with facts.

In the so-called “smart” world, the teacher abuses the student.

A false sense of truth, and a propaganda source that the information isn’t coming from an honest surrogate.  Sometimes the insulation can be so great that already established facts can’t be used in ordinary places.  It becomes more and more difficult for the actual truth tellers to get a word in edge-wise, until the reporting as well as the discussions left over are empty or full of fluff.

White House calls the factual CBS News headline “controversial”; supporters ignore the story.


Sharyl Attkisson had to deal with her own network, delaying and cutting up stories of her reporting that they didn’t like, until she finally quit.

Free Speech = Democracy

It makes no sense to me that silence would ever change a person’s mind, especially change one’s mind instead of clarifying…  Being honest with yourself, you can’t just shut out others and believe you’re right.

When the message is a lie, when it’s not a reflection of Free speech, it’s not right.  You may already get the surface on that… but ignorance works its ways in so many ways.  Just because Attkisson spoke to Howard Kurtz on Fox News doesn’t mean that the information shouldn’t be trusted (because of the outlet, Fox News).

A fact depends on quality, not quantity or names.

Freedom Isn’t Free

You can look to any generation, and yet, through times of separation, times of slavery, times of economic boom, times of recession, one thing is clear: you have to work in order to gain actual freedom.

It doesn’t matter how much wealth your parents leave you, you won’t actually own anything if you can’t gain responsibility through personal efforts, and you know it deep down.

To even say that fame and fortune is everything, though a mansion in itself can be a prison.

At the least, this point of personal responsibility to gain a standing validates meritocracy; you work for a living, you utilize your talents, and so you have the ability to move.

And that’s what defines freedom: the ability to move, not escape.  Up the ladder, trials and tribulations, just… not be stuck in one place.

But it takes a bit of courage, it takes standing up against denial of all forms, whether it be in the form of addiction or oppression, or even lies.

And of course, you can only do so much before stress outweighs the effort.  You can’t help people that don’t want help, you can’t win everyone.  (Or like me, anyone.)

But for yourself, at least, it takes getting rid of baggage, not taking it with you.  If there’s something to resolve, resolve it now, not later.

Having moved only when improved… it becomes clear that freedom isn’t free.  There’s a mindset to be had there.  To appreciate the freedom of yourself and of others, and eliminate corruption.

But I guess the keep government small aspect is where people lose it— going up against the oppression of unjust laws and authority in name.  Up against gross entitlements, you’ll get death threats.  But it is not timely how governments can oppress people.

So-called Progress

One step forward, ten steps back, call it “progress,” and have the nerve to say people like me are against actual progress.

It’s “progress” to have a unjust Justice Department, one that’s increasingly lawless.  And it’s on to voting rights for felons, not to help people who don’t deserve to be stuck with the ‘felon’ label, but… what else— for political power.

Lawless: looking the other way when it supposedly serves the power.

Fighting asylum for people who criticise the administration, while knowingly letting in shady people, knowingly allowing fraud, waste and abuse, trying to appease the criminal element, not actually deal with it.  Aliens can get in, and… letting ’em go.

How… “modern-day slavery,” doing as told, dependent, not living in chains, but… not really living.

Of course, what turns out to be loaded with fraud will have the ears of those in Washington who are also loaded with fraud!  Of lobbyists, and millions of dollars in annual salary.

I mean, for the purpose of— besides getting ever closer to getting votes— the appearance of compassion, taxpayers end up paying for the Boston Marathon bombers?  And other national security eye-openers?

And in dealing with the inevitable problems that ensue, assume jurisdiction to spy on citizens at will?  Talk about, upside-down on the meaning of responsibility, right?

Lie after lie, stonewall after stonewall, with fake investigations and lax enforcement, it’s gone completely one-way.  The U.S. government of today is easily more corrupt than under Richard Nixon; his administration didn’t streamline the political counters.

“We represent them as much as they represent us.”  And yet the wrong people get fired.  The fact that transparency is hard to come by, even stalling fellow members of the same party, unable to get even statewide numbers, freedom-of-information requests— anything… that makes it clear.

Nah— Blame, Go Insane… “Job-lock.”

And when the fabric of society is worn thin?  Blame hard work.  That’s what the smiling, cowardly crooks “warm and heartfelt politicians” are saying now in this new disturbing trend.

It’s hard working for a living, paying for food, paying for health care.  All of which have become more expensive because of the practices of the government!

Of the Fed, the bureaucracy, the laws— inflate the money so that the debt doesn’t look as bad as it is, and settle on taking care of those you can bribe… while everyone else suffers.

*Brand New* confusing laws, tied with other laws, and… with *Brand New* unconstitutional executive orders come *Brand New* confusion, confusing to even the professionals.  It already takes forever to understand what’s been here for some time.

Despite the hogwash and emptiness coming from the news media, the national economy is in bad shape.  And then to add this crap, and pile on more.  And then amount to discouraging full-time work in general?!

Doubling down on nonsensical policy decisions, the people elected by those who were duped, and then by dopes (I mean, smokin’) have just plain given up on the concept of an economy altogether!!

…Where’s your freedom now?

But I digress, given the fact that you, random reader, probably hate my guts already, and that, more than I would anyone who uses their brain to put two and two together, I would have more people calling me a “racist,” though I haven’t mentioned the President once.

“Socialism is a codeword for black.”  %&*@!  Of liars, of smug people that boast about their so-called education and so-called success, yet they willingly fail to understand socialism, and many other terms thrown at others…

It gets harder to do anything, say anything without their being some sort of “justified” harassment or political nightmare coming down the pike.  Over thirty executive orders for ACA, ‘justified.’

Yes, media, do what you God knows, never would have done under Bush, and go as far as to validate the claims of the kookiest of conservatives.

(Executive orders, however, don’t actually have the power to change laws.  …But people are acting like they do.)

Idiots in Washington say just about anything, senseless, childish and impractical the majority of the time, and yet “government knows best.”

It shows, the lesson has to be learned again: remotely helping or “saving” others— it doesn’t work.

Statism doesn’t work; you can’t help others by taking yourself out of responsibility.  It just makes you… irresponsible.  Eyes on the people… add creepy.

And George Orwell’s 1984 was supposed to be a satire!

Get involved, retrieve a burden.

I mean, what the average independent thinker has to go through— it goes beyond the saying that there is no such thing as a good deed that goes unpunished.  In order to make change, you have to sign up for something, to the amount of going through a cheese grater.

(Or put up with absolute silence.)

But then again, you take on responsibility because that’s life.  In a way, it’s always been this way.  …Except for how horrendously bad things have gotten overall when you actually look at it.

As horrendously bad as to say, Forget about time.  It’ll take decades to repair the damage, in our nation-in-name-only (NINO), given how our debt is owned by China, Japan and other countries across the globe.

But back to the point of why I wrote this.

For a free life, it takes not only education (foremost), but also individual liberty and support.  But of those last two, you need only look to history to see how governments tend to be incompatible with the former and selective on the latter.

And not to confuse individual liberty with individualism.  Don’t forget— it takes two, not one.  You are to be treated as an individual, but there’s no fruition with just one.

With life ahead, Freedom takes a bit of courage, it takes standing up against denial of all forms.  And… in these days, the denial… eh— wow, it’s an uphill battle.

Apathetic Culture?

So it is claimed that a great many of Americans are apathetic, even ignorant.  I’ve stated that before (off the air, mostly), and now… uh, Bill O’Reilly is.

Now, it’s picking and choosing, to look at one segment, one poll, thinking the sampling makes some kind of accurate reflection of the whole.

While it is true that many in this country are apathetic, you can find many that aren’t.  You can find studies that suggest the exact opposite of other studies.  You can misread, and the subjects being polled can answer poorly.  Have you ever taken one of these polls that get splashed in the news?

There is no thorough testing, and education isn’t what it used to be.  It took Alfred Charles Kinsey to do a better job on a sex poll by making sure the participants weren’t lying, not to mention over 10,000 samples for better representation.

And surprise, surprise: it’s a CBS poll.  With less than 1,100 in sampling.  …What do you expect?

Breaking News: We Have… No Real News

Too much of the time, it’s a reflection of the mainstream media.  The media are apathetic, ultimately.  They get paid, and… they get paid.  …Mainstream only in the sense of availability…

Recently, they put all the focus on one missing plane, where just about all of the reporting was speculation.  An obsession, a ratings game.  It’s difficult to say that they had any respect for anything.  (Besides ‘a word from our sponsor.’)

What I’ve learned from the MH370 example, an utmost requirement in journalism that everyone, not just journalists, should have: respect for the truth.  I saw almost none of that.  They don’t care.  CBS doesn’t care much of what their audience thinks, and so they attracted apathetic people.

53% think the President shows quality of strength, in regards to the U.S.’s position around the world.  Despite being weak with Putin… Yep, that sounds right for a CBS poll.

But… my claim of apathy in the media— that’s just a theory. … A theory that makes a lot of sense.  A hell of a lot more sense than a plane gone missing because of a black hole.  I mean, seriously?  A black hole would affect the entire planet, to say the least!

(But I know, in dealing with any corrupted society, such as the closed-circle press, my first mistake is… using logic.)

Defining the terms

apathy (n.): lack of interest or concern, especially regarding matters of general importance or appeal; indifference.

But there’s always appeal!  It’s shown with that goddamned story where no one knows anything, and somehow all of the responsibility came down to the Malaysian government?  “I didn’t know the airlines industry in that country was nationalized.”  Nah, that was the blame, the ‘direction to point the finger’ for the moment.

So much appeal in entertainment, and an emotional investment in the latest, greatest (dumbest) thing.  That kind of thing is most certainly not the definition of apathy.  These are, again, habits of the media, with junkies listening intently.  Like a form of addiction, you may shut out the rest of the world.

Media-prescribed ignorance.  In a box.  A TV box, a tablet, a phone.  One word: manipulation.

It’s not accurate enough to say, take what you hear with a grain of salt.  It makes all the difference, what I had realized.  When it comes to all information, like a journalist you must have respect for the truth.  Knowing the reality takes more than enough information, and it requires taking the time to make sense of things without obsessing over it.

These days, though, at times inundated with information… being overwhelmed can also be confused with that word, apathy.  Being overwhelmed is always the thing to look for when people are less responsive.  Especially when the environment, artificial or not, says the wrong things, provides and covers the wrong things… speculates.

Bringing it home

The other thing— putting labels on people.  It’s not right to pass judgment on others.  Why?  There’s emphasis on the word ‘pass’ with that expression.  In other words, when you pass judgment… are you accurate?  Are you following something that may be instead a stereotype?  Passing judgment means making an assumption.  And that is not right.

For example, and forgive me for doing this: my mother has the nerve to again speak ill of my capacities regarding emotional intelligence.  The whole, I lack empathy routine.  This coming from a person who’s shown to not to be able to recognize my emotions, and instead respond to the grunts I make in amusement.  She fails to respond appropriately to my emotions.

And to follow up, I’m just telling you what the school told me.  Yeah, having it both ways, at one point blaming the school for all her problems, then using what they said, of my naïve former self, against me.

The more you hear, the less responsible she sounds.

…Oh, I get it.  I get why the label is on me.  Because of something else.  I don’t respond the same way.  I don’t do the popular thing, and react as if I’m watching a tearjerker, where, you know, a tear is jerked.  What a jerk!  And how shallow, that I should react as if the fictional character on the screen isn’t fictional!

And I’m still stuck living with this person, with no money, can’t do jack about jack on helping someone next door, let alone “starvin’ Marvin” in some other country.  (No offense; I usually don’t go for something “starvin’ Marvin,” but this is a blog.)  But it doesn’t matter that, under these worse-becoming-worse conditions that I haven’t become a criminal, and still have some kind of code of ethics and principles.  The facts don’t matter coming from me.

Aw, Damn it.  Damn it all to hell.

Let’s get this straight: a) if you can’t actually affect the problem, even by a little, especially by facial expressions (I try not to be superficial)… b) if you don’t agree on how to deal with the problem (I’m an independent thinker); and, c) — and this is the kicker — I have no business in their affairs!  (If, if, if.)  I know it doesn’t work saying it myself, but… I am not apathetic.

Just because I don’t believe what I read doesn’t mean I’m not informed.  (And always, with the USA Today, my mother.)

Just because I don’t go out of my way to act as if I care about anything and everything, like a hippie, or something… it doesn’t mean I don’t care.

And since when does my placing the relationship between actress Paltrow and the singer of Coldplay, that they broke up— how does placing that matter all that much, in terms of life in general?  …And then I heard that Vanity Fair may have affected their relationship.  The media, again.

I could go on, etc.… … …Or should I go further to show that I care?  Just how, tell me, how the hell can I win this argument!?  …Or can I?  Of course I can’t win!  As with the trash, and take too many politicians to spare (please, take them), it’s a one-way street where they can profess and advertise how much they care, and basically lie about people like me, no matter how poorly they treat others!

So I know, to some degree from experience, that being labeled… it’s unfair.  The people that issue labels are often hypocrites.  And sometimes, as with the mainstream media… they are the %*$!ing source of the problem.