Hi Everyone,
Here is the second part of, “Are You A Peach?” If you haven’t read the first blog, you may want to. Just as a head’s up though, if you didn’t like the first one, you probably won’t like this one either. This is what I mean.
Okay so few of us want to be known for bruising someone’s ego, hurting their feelings. I “get it”. There is no point in being hurtful. But do we, as a society of two or more people, really have to “handle,” the growing number of peaches with kid gloves? Like seriously. To me that is the most exhaustive waste of time imaginable! And yes, I am serious.
Even if I could help them help themselves, they don’t want to be helped. And really, if someone’s ego is THAT BIG, that it won’t allow them to be corrected, to learn, what is the correct way to address their (most basic) needs? Never mind, this inquiring mind doesn’t want to waste their time, (which is money) to find out.
So here’s the thing, if I don’t want to waste my time, (which is money) to find out, how many other people feel the same way I do? No one reading this blog has to experience a cold Canadian winter day of -31 with a wind chill of -41 to know that the world can be a cold, cruel place. What if people don’t warm up to the idea of having to wear kid gloves when handling peaches who are legally adults? Then what? Seriously?
In my opinion, there are a growing number of people who need to toughen up! What’s wrong with someone telling us something to better our lives? I am okay with it as long as someone is not trying to convince me to make sense of the senseless that is. And doesn’t it make sense to branch out and learn something new? To maybe put yourself out there? In my experience it does. Try telling that to peaches though.
As I mentioned in my last blog, neither my daughter nor I are peaches. Before anyone thinks I let my daughter take on too much, think again. I have always been extremely mindful of what she was doing and when. That of course came from a very interesting conversation I had before she was double digits. Since it is a great story, I have chosen to save it for another blog. And for anyone who is interested, I do plan my blogs. Anyway….
While in high school, my daughter wanted a part-time job. She put out her resumes (by herself), got an interview and then a job for the weekends. The start time was either 7:oo am or 7:30 am. (I can’t remember everything.) She told me the start time and how it was early for a weekend, we talked about it. When I asked how her first day was, it was not what I wanted to hear—like at all. I was pretty pissed off that her first day at her first job was, well, really shitty. Since there was little I could do about what had already taken place, I opted to have what I like to call, “a funky conversation,” with her.
After our little chat, she decided instead of quitting, she would go in for her next shift. That was the next day. I was worried for her. When she came home she was so happy! I was relieved. She became one of her employers’ favourites. Yea!!
A few months later, once she was in the grove of homework, extracurricular activities, and life she wanted another job for after her part-time weekend job and a few nights a week in between everything. There was one place she wanted to work at that only accepted resumes a few times a year. One of those days was her birthday. Instead of not dropping off her resume, because, you know it was her birthday, she dropped it off. But here is the thing, not only was I at work, and didn’t have a car, she had to walk 15 minutes to drop off her resume, IN THE FREEZING RAIN!! And because it was freezing rain, my daughter told me, “By the time I got there, all my curls fell. I looked terrible and literally FROZE against the (exterior) wall, until the person who was collecting the resumes got there—late.” It was freezing rain, so I get why the person who drove was late.
Oh, did I mention that my daughter walked 15 minutes only to drop off her resume in the freezing rain, on her birthday? I did. Just for the record, she had to walk home, in the freezing rain too! When I had a chance to talk to her, we had another one of our, “funky conversations”. For anyone who is interested, she got the job and it helped her to get to where she is now. And yes, I am proud, fiercely proud in fact. Not a lot of people at any age would have done what my daughter did. They are peaches. But she did, in the freezing rain, on her birthday and before she was legally an adult too!! She is clearly not a peach! Just for the record, I have a great freezing rain story that I sometimes remind her of because it was before her’s. I am not surprised that she did what she did.
Was I surprised that my daughter worked her morning weekend shift, changed in the bathroom and went to her other job right after? Not really. She has a great work ethic that I would like to think she got from me, and I believe I got that from my father. Apples, peaches, don’t fall far from their trees.
You know, we are all given opportunities. All we have to do is decide what we are going to do with them. Peaches won’t do things that will inconvenience them, BUT they have no problem inconveniencing others. Peaches also, if it is an inconvenience to them, don’t take opportunities even if they are handed to them. And they complain and explain the whole time to any and everyone who does and doesn’t want to listen. They do this because they, peaches, are insecure. That is what makes them jealous and envious of what other people have. They don’t seem to realize that people actually work for what they have and have been working at what they have longer and harder than most people know.
In my opinion, there are more peaches in Southern Ontario, then those grown in the state of Georgia when peaches are saturating the market. Peaches, in my opinion, are an emotional and financial drain on any society of two or more people. Toughen up people! It can be a cold cruel world out there even on the hottest of days!
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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