Hi Everyone,
Some things in life are within our control. Joining groups, hanging out with people, going places, are a few examples. We all have the ability to choose what we do with our time, our lives. This is what I mean.
There is no ink on me. I don’t have any tattoos because I am not into them. I have wondered why and have occasionally asked people who have one of more why they do, but that is where my interest in them stops. I don’t hang out at tattoo parlours. I know where some are. They are everywhere! If I have been in one it was 31 years before disguised as someone’s kitchen.
I don’t hang out with people who do drugs of any kind because I don’t do drugs of any kind. Of course I know people who do drugs but doesn’t everyone know someone who does some kind of drug? This is not because I live in Toronto. It is because I am still living. Drugs are in more societies of two or more people than tattoos are.
Bars, yep I go to one. A group of us do about once a week. In the few months that I have joined them no one has had more than one drink while there though. Some people don’t even drink alcohol. They just hang out with those of us that do. I do know and hang out with someone who drinks more but I don’t hang out with them while they are drinking anything other than coffee, water or juice. We all know someone who drinks. Not every one of us drinks with them all the time. I have yet to have a drink with the person I mentioned above.
Like everyone on the planet, I know someone who smokes. Now that I am a non-smoker, there really is no need, or reason, for me to hang out in the smoking section or where people gather to smoke. That also means that I am not going to light up or have a light.
“What do you mean people go there with their children? There is no way I would go there or walk through it at any time of the day. I walk around it,” is what I said when someone told me about a local parkette. The reason I won’t go to or walk through the parkette as beautiful as it looks is because of the people that hang out there. For now, I just look at it from a distance. Maybe I will walk through it in the winter, when all the day drinkers and drug users are holed up somewhere.
Talking to people from all walks of life is something I have done for decades. This is partly because I have had a lot of jobs where I have worked with the public. The other part is that I look approachable. People come up to me asking for directions, money, lights for their cigarettes, you name it. But here is the thing: just because I speak with all kinds of people doesn’t mean I hang out with them. For the most part I don’t. People are people. I get that.
If any of the above sounds like I am picky than I am picky. So what? I don’t just join any group, hang out with people or go places just because. I have standards. Some people don’t. Or they lower them because they are bored, possible lonely or broke so they will join anything, be with anyone or do anything to escape their life. Then again a lot of people either don’t pay attention to what is going on or they just “go along to get along”.
Going along to get along means that you agree, are in agreement, with what is taking place. If you didn’t agree, weren’t in agreement, you wouldn’t go along and you wouldn’t care about getting along. I don’t. I am serious. I don’t. If, “Birds of a feather flock together but eagles fly alone,” I am okay being an eagle. And yes, I know that they eagles are becoming extinct. That is the point of this blog.
There is one group that I know of that I don’t want to be known as being a part of. That is because for over a year I’ve been paying attention. Four of the five or 80% of the people that I know in that group can’t keep their legs closed. I am serious. Two of the four, or 50%, are, in my opinion, actively participating in more indoor sports than Olympic athletes in training! The other two, well, their success rate is increasing.
One, 25% of that group, a female, (sic) saw me talking to someone they did not know was a friend, as I passed them and she made what most would consider a disgusting comment. After I looked up at her, I said, “I used to work with him in another industry.” Then I told her and the person we were with (who thought everything was cute) that his mother also worked with us, that my daughter worked with them, dated him and that he, the young man that female, (sic) made a comment about, was, (and still is) my favourite from the few people my daughter has dated. One would think that would shut the Cougar up, but it didn’t. She may be into (very) younger men/boys but I am not. If she wants to rob the womb and be a candidate for The Jerry Springer Show who am I to stop her?
Eight months later I see the above female, (sic) slash Cougar making moves on someone who looked younger than the young man I know. How this female (sic) slash Cougar is not embarrassed by her actions is something I really don’t want to be educated on. Two months after that I saw her again. She was still in heat on one of the hottest days of the summer! Of course, every time I see her, she is hitting on someone new. I casually said “meat market” to the person standing beside me. Although they agreed, I think they may have confused the females. There were others from that group there that day.
A few weeks later, as I am writing this blog, (in my head) I see my friend’s mother, and former co-worker. During our chat I almost asked her how she would feel about someone my age, (perhaps a 2-3 years younger) hitting on her son. But here is the thing: few parents want their child to be hit on by someone who could very easily be their parent! And a lot of parents have a problem with someone who is older by double digits hitting on their child too. So I didn’t ask. I did tell a friend about the female, (sic) slash Cougar. “It sounds like she is a predator,” they said. “She is, because she preys on these young men and it’s always someone new,” I replied.
Everyone has heard at least one story about a guy who, despite his age, better judgment and experience has fallen for a female’s (sic) feminine wiles and it hasn’t ended well. Sure we all make decisions. But if men older than the ones I mention being hit on in this blog are being taken advantage of, could we all agree that the younger men mentioned in this blog may be being taken advantage of too?
I am rather confident that I will not be joining that or any group like that in this or any lifetime. Is it because I have a real problem with people keeping their legs closed? Kind of. Why would I want to be part of a group that doesn’t share the same values as I do? I wouldn’t. So I don’t. Is it because I have a real problem with people thinking it is cute, harmless even when that female, (sic) slash Cougar hits on younger men that could be her son? Yes! YES! YES!! The only person who knows her success rate is she.
If more people took their blinders off, paid attention and said something instead of going along to get along, the world would be a better place. Evil flourishes when good men (and women) remain silent.
She, the female, (sic) slash Cougar must know how I feel. Every time we see each other, she gives me cut-eye and turns on her worn-out heels. Funny isn’t it, how people of that caliber behave like that.
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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