His arm crossed my chest. The words still spewing from my mouth flecked with spittle and vinegar. My high school basketball team, less than thirty minutes before, had lost a hard fought basketball game to some punks from Life Christian Bethany Bros Lutheran School. This adolescent troglodyte had been trash talking the whole game and had the gall to trash talk on his way out the gym AFTER the game was over. Our Gym. The Wolverine Den. I was going to tear him from stem to sternum. That's when Jim Cole intervened. Surely saving me from an ass kicking that would have plunged me deeper into my budding angst; Mr. Cole soothed the savage (see also, big talking) beast The last phrase that came from my lips were "I hate him." Jim responded with "Hey, that's a four letter word." Dumbfounded, I began thinking of all the other four letter words that surely would have set fire to the pseudo chapel that was the gym at my christian school. Yet, Hate was the strongest and hate is what I kept coming back to.
The power that comes from words has greatly diminished since the inception of our language. When did it become acceptable to love everything from ice cream to shoes? Some ears may burn at "curse" words, but I grew accustom to the most vile thing you can imagine crossing the lips of a 8 year old. Hate conjures up despicable acts through the ages, but my hate is sterile yet justified and some what common among my demographic.
What I hate today...."Working but not working"
I have made a career out of working but not working, but in my current situation karma has reared its ugly head. I got laid off by my company almost two weeks ago. It was shocking, but not a complete surprise. It is a small family run business and it is boring and an exercise in patience to work for them. Last week was supposed to be my first week of "not working." I was looking forward to napping, staying up to watch The Daily Show, taking walks and enjoying a bit of living while the birds worked. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, since my company said I can collect commission on anything I sell I was working to close a deal to make some scratch so I can pay my rent this month. Also I remembered I live in Oregon and it's fall and the weather kind of sucks. So I spent my first week of unemployment working but not getting paid. Yet another cruel joke by on me by the universe. Ha. Ha. Ha.
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