When did everyone become so retarded?
Sorry, should I be using the more politically correct term, socially inept? Ya, I could except this is a nameless blog & I return to my original sentiment of retarded. Also because I am a bit fed up with the whole political correctness thing as it seems to me that we use newer words/phrases in place of old ones in effort to say what we mean in a more gentle manner. However, aren’t words just that? words and it is the attitude behind them that give their real meaning & until we change the attitudes, the words will undoubtedly have to always be altered in order to keep masking our true intentions? So therefore if you have good intentions, as I do, can I say: retarded?
Furthermore, my meaning of retarded is from Old French retarder, from Latin retardāre : re-, re- + tardāre, to delay (from tardus, slow)… SO when did everyone become so…. SLOW. (see not the same, there is a certain punch to the previous word…..)
AGAIN….
When did everyone become so retarded? (if you’re wondering why I am rambling it is because I am & mostly becuase I laid in bed this morning contemplating as to why Tropic Thunder got in trouble for using that exact word & you have musical lyrics laiden with all sorts of other offensive attitudes (note attitudes not words) and it’s ok.
ANYWAYS>>>>>>>>>>>> I now sound retarded but I have had my third conversation in a week where I feel like the the very subject they are bringing up with me was the very thing we covered last time we talked.
For example, this morning, my dad impatiently called me to say, we haven’t heard from you. I inquire what he means by this & he asks if I was coming out tomorrow night. This may sound all very well & good except for the part where I arranged the night to happen. Yea, I thought I was the one that phoned & suggested we get together on the eve instead so that I could spend xmas w/ Bruce’s family & that he too will be joining… just to further the confirmation, my step brother texted me to say, that he was looking forward to it as he likes Bruce……… where’s the problem? When I sit and say…”uhhhhh yea” (still confused as I thought this was confirmed last week), I am then asked if I’m weird. Yes, but very different reasons most of which could be attributed to my upbringing.. thank you father.
I only found this irritating because Bruce himself phones me last night to ask what’s going on for Christmas.. Granted there were a couple of details not ironed out but it was one of those conversations where you feel like you are over thinking everything when any other night of the year, you would just go with the flow (who cares where it is we sleep but becuase there are trees, stockings & presents involved, it does matter where we sleep and apparently if I’m alone.. hello people, I’m the same girl who got so drunk last year that she passed out at 6pm, miss her Christmas dinner only to have to walk down to subway to get her turkey sandwich.
This is only irritating because I meet with this group of people where we are combining our efforts to market ourselves & piggy back off each other for leads & to save costs. All well & good except for the part where we have a meeting at the beginning of november, we disperse and were supposed to brainstorm ideas for websites, names etc… So when we reconvene at the beginning of december, someone proposed that we should brainstorm websites & names etc… OMG!!!! How do you not punch this person in the mouth?
manicures… that’s my answer. Didn’t want to wreck my hands.
However, i could kick. I’m a great kicker. I think I will wear some pointy shoes next time. However, my ninja skills lack & i could end up flat on my back with a skirt over my head.
Maybe the simpliest answer is minutes. Fine.. i’ll keep track of our meetings but it doesn’t really mean that I don’t want to punch dude in the mouth. He sings karaoke (at meetings for those that wonder what’s wrong w/ that.. yes, he brings his recorder in), so I think it is deserved.