This past week a woman in the US was texting and walking and fell into a fountain. The action was caught on video that than went viral http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGpVpsaItpU . Most people would be able to laugh at themselves but not this lady. She has decided to sue the security company that handles the mall because it is allegedly their video. C'mon lady. It was your own stupidity that made you fall in that fountain and look the fool. Take responsibility for your actions. Must people get money for everything?
This reminds of the idiots who try to sue casinos because they spent all their money. Anyone credible who is in recovery and/or works in the addictions field knows that part of getting over your addictions is taking responsibility for your own actions. Trying to sue and blame someone else for your disease is just taking you further into your addiction. It let's you say, "it's not my fault it's someone elses." As a recovered alcoholic/addict I have taken responsiblity for my actions. I used to drink and blame others for my drinking - my boss sucks so I'm going to drink; if she didn't do this I wouldn't have to drink; if that cop hadn't busted me for drinking and driving I wouldn't have to drink. Give me a break. By suing the casinos it is furthering a sick person's rationalization. When you take the "me" out of blaME all you have left is a lot of "bla" "bla" "bla". I recently heard a local radio talkshow host who has his own recovery business and a show about addiction say he tells his gambling clients to sue casinos. This really irks me. That only feeds into the addicts feeling of terminal uniqueness. People who do this "can't differenitate the truth from the false" (AA Big Book).
The current waiting list for subsidized day care in Toronto is 15, 500. Do people not think about finances when they have children. Maybe they should stop buying the X-Boxes and big screen television sets and pay some money for day care. Plus I thought the McGuinty govenrnment already solved this problem by bringing in it's own free day care called all day kindergarten.
That takes us to the homeless. Toronto has more people hired to help the homeless than there are homeless people in the city. I heard them begging for more money today on the radio. How about the city cut some of those bureaucratic jobs and use that money to help the homeless. If a homeless person doesn't want to go into a shelter I say that's their right. That is also their decision so don't be giving my tax money to them. We all have decisions to make in this life. If I choose to freeze to death outside rather than taking free shelter - so be it. That's my decision. If the pinko liberals of the nation would let us lock people up for their own good than maybe they'd stop whining.
People today need to take responsiblity for their own choices in life. If make a bad decision (and I've made many) I don't sue anyone or blame anyone I take responsiblilty for the choice I made.
Dave the Dude
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Dirrahea, Anxiety and Panic
Two days ago my roommate (my ex-fiance's brother) made us some beef stew. It was very good. But since then I have had the runs like you wouldn't believe. I'm up to five immodiums. Usually two do it for me, at the most three. I was on the elevator at work yesterday clunching my butt cheeks together and something almost came out. Luckily I made it to bathroom on time. It was quite close.
After my Mom died it was just me and my Dad living together. When we ate together I cooked all the meals. Usually my famous Shake'N'Bake chicken, steak or lamb chops. I made a great roast duck right after she died but he said it was too greasy. It's been almost two years since my Dad passed away and the only thing I have cooked has been microwave hotdogs. My girlfriend/fiance at the time hated my cooking. She said my steaks and lambchops sucked so she cooked everything or else I bought us dinner out or ordered in. Now that we have broken up I'm back to my hotdog diet. Guess I'll have to start cooking again. Definitely not beef stew.
When I was a kid our TV room was directly under my parents' bedroom. Whenver someone walked in the bedroom I could hear the floors creak. I would get this fear that the floor would cave in and I'd be crushed. I would turn up the television set volume so I wouldn't hear the creaking. Of course, I would inevtiably get into trouble for having the sound too loud and be told to turn it lower. So I suffered with this panic for years.
When I was about 16 I was sitting in my bud's place in his bedroom which was in the basement. The same type of creaking could be heard from above as I heard in my TV room. We were drinking beers and listening to tunes. I eventually realized that my anxiety had dissipated. I put two and two together and came out with alcohol.
My panic/anxiety grew as I got older. The screeching noise that trucks and/or busses make when stopping; haircuts (it's been like 10 years and I still buzz my own hair); people jumping on the dance floor making you feel the floor move; mowing the lawn under big tree branches (they could fall off and crush me); noisy machines (they could blow up); on and on and on. But luckily for me I was an alcoholic and drunk the majority of the time. Unfortunately the anxiety grew and grew and grew until one day it was just a continuous panic attack that would never go away. Thus I had to go on the meds.
Eventually I sobered up and the meds continued to work. When I was three years into sobriety I decided that maybe I didn't need the meds anymore. With the doctor's help I weaned off the meds. Within six months I couldn't function any more and had to admit defeat and go back on the coo-coo pills. Oh well. One of the reasons I wanted to go off the pills is because I would get anxiety thinking about not being able to get them any longer if a nuclear holocaust (or some other disaster) befell the earth.
Dave the Dude
After my Mom died it was just me and my Dad living together. When we ate together I cooked all the meals. Usually my famous Shake'N'Bake chicken, steak or lamb chops. I made a great roast duck right after she died but he said it was too greasy. It's been almost two years since my Dad passed away and the only thing I have cooked has been microwave hotdogs. My girlfriend/fiance at the time hated my cooking. She said my steaks and lambchops sucked so she cooked everything or else I bought us dinner out or ordered in. Now that we have broken up I'm back to my hotdog diet. Guess I'll have to start cooking again. Definitely not beef stew.
When I was a kid our TV room was directly under my parents' bedroom. Whenver someone walked in the bedroom I could hear the floors creak. I would get this fear that the floor would cave in and I'd be crushed. I would turn up the television set volume so I wouldn't hear the creaking. Of course, I would inevtiably get into trouble for having the sound too loud and be told to turn it lower. So I suffered with this panic for years.
When I was about 16 I was sitting in my bud's place in his bedroom which was in the basement. The same type of creaking could be heard from above as I heard in my TV room. We were drinking beers and listening to tunes. I eventually realized that my anxiety had dissipated. I put two and two together and came out with alcohol.
My panic/anxiety grew as I got older. The screeching noise that trucks and/or busses make when stopping; haircuts (it's been like 10 years and I still buzz my own hair); people jumping on the dance floor making you feel the floor move; mowing the lawn under big tree branches (they could fall off and crush me); noisy machines (they could blow up); on and on and on. But luckily for me I was an alcoholic and drunk the majority of the time. Unfortunately the anxiety grew and grew and grew until one day it was just a continuous panic attack that would never go away. Thus I had to go on the meds.
Eventually I sobered up and the meds continued to work. When I was three years into sobriety I decided that maybe I didn't need the meds anymore. With the doctor's help I weaned off the meds. Within six months I couldn't function any more and had to admit defeat and go back on the coo-coo pills. Oh well. One of the reasons I wanted to go off the pills is because I would get anxiety thinking about not being able to get them any longer if a nuclear holocaust (or some other disaster) befell the earth.
Dave the Dude
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Predictions for 2011
Everyone is always making predictions for the New Year so I thought I'd give it a try.
My predictions for 2011:
1) Television networks will continue to come up with even more idiotic reality shows. The top one of this year will be Copulating Crocodiles and the Dwarves They Eat.
2) Justin Bieber will give up pop music to try his hand at Death Metal but in a rappish way.
3) Tiger Woods will become a Born Again Christian and have the best year of his life.
4) Dalton McGuinty will ge re-elected Premier of Ontario by the same idiots who re-elected him last time. I will have to bitch and moan about it for another term.
5) Aliens will land on Earth, bring a non-surgical cure for hemorrhoids and get their own late night talk show which will finally blow Jay Leno out of the airwaves.
6) Oprah Winfrey will break her diet by eating her own ego and explode.
7) I will get bigger in the waist and thinner on the head.
8) People will keep hassling the Hoff.
9) Erik Estrada will finally have his American/Canadian television come back in a show about an ex-California Highway Patrol who moves to Caledonia to man the illegal smoke shack.
10) Israel will stupidly continue to build new settlements pissing off the Palestinians who will continue to "never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity" (Abba Eban).
11) Stephen Harper and the Conservaties will finally get a majority government in Canada.
12) The toy Micronauts will finally make a comeback.
13) Vice President Al Gore will bring attention to global warming by going over Niagara Falls (the Canadian side) in a barrell.
14) Mel Gibson will convert to Judaism and go under cover to document what really goes on in those Jews for Jesus meetings.
15) It'll turn out that Michael Jackson did not die. In fact he and Janet Jackson are the same person that's why they were never out in public together.
Happy New Year Everybody
My predictions for 2011:
1) Television networks will continue to come up with even more idiotic reality shows. The top one of this year will be Copulating Crocodiles and the Dwarves They Eat.
2) Justin Bieber will give up pop music to try his hand at Death Metal but in a rappish way.
3) Tiger Woods will become a Born Again Christian and have the best year of his life.
4) Dalton McGuinty will ge re-elected Premier of Ontario by the same idiots who re-elected him last time. I will have to bitch and moan about it for another term.
5) Aliens will land on Earth, bring a non-surgical cure for hemorrhoids and get their own late night talk show which will finally blow Jay Leno out of the airwaves.
6) Oprah Winfrey will break her diet by eating her own ego and explode.
7) I will get bigger in the waist and thinner on the head.
8) People will keep hassling the Hoff.
9) Erik Estrada will finally have his American/Canadian television come back in a show about an ex-California Highway Patrol who moves to Caledonia to man the illegal smoke shack.
10) Israel will stupidly continue to build new settlements pissing off the Palestinians who will continue to "never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity" (Abba Eban).
11) Stephen Harper and the Conservaties will finally get a majority government in Canada.
12) The toy Micronauts will finally make a comeback.
13) Vice President Al Gore will bring attention to global warming by going over Niagara Falls (the Canadian side) in a barrell.
14) Mel Gibson will convert to Judaism and go under cover to document what really goes on in those Jews for Jesus meetings.
15) It'll turn out that Michael Jackson did not die. In fact he and Janet Jackson are the same person that's why they were never out in public together.
Happy New Year Everybody
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