I'm About to Hit the Popeye Curve
I've seen so much turmoil and bad stuff both in people close to me and in our community here in California lately that I'm feeling a real need to go Galt. So much dysfunctional behavior. Saw a guy chasing a lady down the street the other afternoon in rush hour traffic, trying to mug her. Al kinds of lived-in vehicles on the side of the road on my way in to work every morning. Tent cities along the river where we used to walk and fish by our place. I'm seeing people I've known a long time start to spin out of control too. It's as though, as I decided to start to withdraw from society a bit (go a little Galt - so far) that I'm seeing other get sucked up and spun around in a tornado of malarkey. Have any of you ever felt or noticed this? While playing golf with a buddy one night last week I explained it, "I feel as though I'm calming down, slowing down, and getting more focused while others all around me are doing the opposite." My most concise remarks seem to come without thought...haha.
Oh, and the term "hit the Popeye curve" is an old expression a friend of mine used to say - to imply that one has been dealt enough BS and is about to "get busy". Anyway, I think it's funny.
Another example: A couple weeks ago my mother-in-law crashed her car into a tree. My kid was in the back seat. Luckily, no injuries. A lady driving buy decided to file a claim against my mother-in-law. No reason. Just wants money. Hint: the lady probably just sees an old infidel and thinks it's ok to do this. Then, the fire department sends a bill to my house for $400 - for the kid who was riding in the back seat and wasn't hurt. I called and asked who called them to show up. They don't know. Well...why would they? Then, I threatened my golf buddy that I was going to send the fire department to his house...
Oh, and the term "hit the Popeye curve" is an old expression a friend of mine used to say - to imply that one has been dealt enough BS and is about to "get busy". Anyway, I think it's funny.
Another example: A couple weeks ago my mother-in-law crashed her car into a tree. My kid was in the back seat. Luckily, no injuries. A lady driving buy decided to file a claim against my mother-in-law. No reason. Just wants money. Hint: the lady probably just sees an old infidel and thinks it's ok to do this. Then, the fire department sends a bill to my house for $400 - for the kid who was riding in the back seat and wasn't hurt. I called and asked who called them to show up. They don't know. Well...why would they? Then, I threatened my golf buddy that I was going to send the fire department to his house...
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There is some place far worse than Oregon, I found out. I am surrounded by non-thinking idiots.
Go Galt, young man, go Galt.