I ain’t bullshittin!!!

MAJOR VENT COMING

I hate bullshit. I hate bullshit artist. I hate the aftermath of bullshit. I hate when people talk or start bullshit. Did I mention I hate bullshit?
I feel that lately a lot of it has been shoved in my direction and I don’t like it. Why must we live in a society where folks pride themselves by getting over on the next person? Where taking advantage of others supercedes the concept of doing actual work (be it physical, mental, emotional, etc.)… where honesty is a figment of imagination, and deception becomes a reality. Interesting huh? Interesting and quite sad I must say.
I think I have a pretty good bullshit radar… but sometimes it’s a little off. I guess because I want to see the good in people no matter what, and tend to give folks the benefit of the doubt. However, when I begin to smell the whiff of that pungent “Eau de Caca,” it’s about time to hit the wind and peace that sucka out.
But I guess people all have their own ways of handling deceit and lies. I tend to go for making that offender’s life miserable… I guess I’m just petty like that. But in all seriousness, I tend to not respect people that give bullshit… some folks may think that this punishment doesn’t outweigh the crime… but in my mind it does. Who wants to go the rest of his or her life being branded as a liar… someone that cannot be trusted… and not worthy of respect?
Alls I gotta say is that if anybody every thinks of trying to pull the wool over my eyes, they will be very sorry… The wrath of KattyGirl is much too strong to bear!!!
So how do you handle bullshit and bullshitters?

On a lighter note… thank goodness for dance! It’s nice to get away from bullshit for a few hours and be around genuine folks.

p.s.: I was only half kidding about making a liars life miserable… it’s a fun way to entertain urself… =)

Can we get back to this?

I see more and more elderly people going to the doctors alone. When I was a kid, I don’t remember seeing that happen very often. Someone was with them… a son or daughter… nephew or niece… a friend. Someone to help ease the worry… or decipher the medical jargon that would sail over the heads and breeze in and out of their ears. I dunno if this phenomenon is endemic to my family or not, but NOBODY goes to the doctor alone… especially and elderly person.
Aside from even mentioning the rising medical care cost, or quality of treatment a patient may receive, I guess the ultimate point I am making is the decline I see in social support networks… especially in times like these. Sometimes I think our communities have developed an apathy or have become desensitized to what is around them… it’s appalling and frustrating. I was talking to a co-worker the other day about the state of the world… all the war and violence that surrounds us and whatnot… I was wondering, where do we start? Do we address the issues in our backyard? Or the ones that the higher ups (politicians and other super powers) have created worldwide. She said the best thing to do is start with yourself. Fix what’s going on with you before you expend energy in another direction. I’ve thought about this, but didn’t think about this… know what I mean? I mean, I’m cognizant of taking care of myself first, but do I actually do it? Nope. *sigh*
Back to accompanying elderly people to the doctor… I guess I’m kinda nostalgic about that because I was often accompanying my grandma and aunt on their visits. Many moons ago, I had this idea of being a pediatrician. When my grandma caught wind of that, I think she would delight in my following along. She said that if I wanted to be a doctor, I had to see how it is done. Today, I was wondering if I learned anything from those visits… and I did… I learned how to treat people with respect… how it is important to have compassion and to be genuine with your patient regardless as to whether or not others think so… that systems are not balanced and equal and that you have to be your own advocate to get your human right, which is quality health… and that even though you bear witness to a persons demise, to not focus on the negative, but eventually find a positive and grow from that… Thanks grandma for making me spend those visits with you. =)