A Little Bit Of Realization

You may remember my blog about how happy I am that Blu Ray sales are going down. I'm happy the sales are going down and I'm happy that the people who bought blu ray players when they had a CHOICE are paying so much money for crappy movies.

But I mentioned in that blog that I may look back through my archives and see if I could find any blogs I had written about the debate a long time ago when it mattered (and no one listened to me then either).

That was what I was doing this morning. I realized I had some spare time before I had to throw on the old uniform and go to work so I started going back in time and realized that I complained a LOT back then.

You may be sitting back thinking "But Russ, you complain a lot now," and that's true. You are right about that. I'm very... vocal about my misery because I'm a firm believer that most misery is self-induced and that it is a CHOICE to live out your life in misery. It's true unless you join the military and then they can send you to somplace you don't like and no matter how you may try to fight and wriggle and squirm your way out of the sorry excuse for a town you are LOCKED in until a certain amount of time is up. So my theory is when you're in misery do something about it. Unless you're in the military or for some other reason forced to endure it and then complain. Loudly.

Because they say the squeaky wheel gets the grease right? But they say the squeaky rat gets squished. Solution? Don't be a rat. Instead of blindly complaining do your best to WARN, not complain. Complaining would be like saying "man this unnamed place sure is a suck on my morale," but warning is like this: "You there, stranger, do not come to WARNER ROBINS, GA. It is less pleasant than a sea of whale vomit that you are caught adrift in the middle of with no hope of being rescued (ever) so you are forced to try to survive in this horrible sea by fishing through the vomit for whatever horrible creatures swim beneath only to eat them raw and contribute eben more to that growing sea of intestinal rejection. Do not come here!"

That's a warning.

Anyway, Going back through it all I realized that I was very angry. Incredibly angry. I was also depressed quite a bit and still very vocal.

So I'm pleased to say I've calmed down quite a bit. I've chilled out, I've mellowed. I'm a more happy guy, less angry, and less prone to fits of depression. Sure they still hit every now and then but they come and go much faster now and will probably go by even faster in the future.

So you may sit there and say I still complain quite a bit or I'm a very bitter person and you may be right, but if you just go back to my Myspace page (if you're my "friend") you'll see I have progressed significantly in these last couple years. I'm practically the happiest guy in the whole freaking world compared to what I was.

Yippee!