Who in the blue hell are you?

After all these years it still surprises me that the human race hasn’t learned to see beyond the packaging. I make it no secret that I’m on the portly side, sometime it gets me down but most times it doesn’t bother me. Oddly enough it does seem to bother other people. For example I was sat in a well known burger outlet a while back happily noshing away on a burger and fries when some chavs decided that they’d have a pop at the fat bloke stuffing his face, what they didn’t seem to realise is that they were eating exactly the same thing. So why is it ok for a couple of stick thin chavs to scoff down the same food as me but I get the abuse? Secondly, when someone drives past a person like me and hurls abuse at me for being different, why do they get the arse when I respond in kind and tell them what complete cocks they’re being? Anyway the main point of today's rant is people who judge other people. Who the hell do some people think they are? Several times recently people have based what they think of me on nothing more than a photograph. How in the ‘verse can you form an opinion of someone based on something that is just a brief moment caught in time. A wise man once said, “live with a man for forty years , share his house, his meals, speak on every subject, then tie him up and hold him over the volcano's edge and on that day you will finally meet the man.” Some other bloke said “judge not, lest ye be judged yourself” So I say this to people who see a large person but refuse to see the person inside, “get humped! Go get your own affairs in order before you down on others, especially people you have never met and probably never will.

Now I've always considered myself to be a fair man, I’m easy going, laid back and relatively chilled. I tend to not get angry, and very rarely do I take an instant dislike to someone. But every now and then I pick up a negative vibe from someone. Usually I’m right and then after telling others that a person makes me uneasy I get told that I'm just being paranoid. Usually they’re right, but every once in a while I get a chance to say “I told you so” I like it when that happens, it’s quite fun to see the expression on folks faces when they realise that sometimes I’m not being paranoid.

On a brighter note work today has been good, if a little hectic. My job’s not really physically draining but it can take a toll on your emotions, who ever said never get attached obviously never did the job. It’s impossible.

I have one day left this week; I’m having a long weekend. I’m looking forward to Friday morning cos it’ll mean that we can have a lay in, well assuming DWTP lets us. Then off to see a friend on Monday. As for the rest of the weekend, who knows? I hope it’ll be worth writing about. I think the only thing I know I’m definitely doing is the usual day at the shop, something I never tire of. Oh yeah, and astronomy club on Friday night. Woo Hoo!

So there ends today’s rant, let’s hope that I have something good to put down tomorrow. Of course it’s not all bad, I’m off to spend quality time with the light of my life later and I couldn’t think of anywhere I'd rather be.

So until later

Ttfn