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Today at the grocery store I bought some milk from a chik named "Machel." What the fuck is wrong with some parents?

It's surprising how much people give in and are easygoing in the beginning of a relationship. It's a total farce. People are so willing to compromise and be flexible and put in time to establish a relationship. It's a shame because that's not really who the person is and it sets unreasonable expectations. That's probably why a lot of relationships fail: people are willing to bend in the beginning just because they wanna be with the other party.

Crap it's hot--and I can't concentrate.

I haven't had a real good diatribe here lately and it's driving me nuts. I wanna write about something but nothing has really pissed me off. Anger is what fuels me. As much as I bitch about the world around me, if everything was perfect I'd be totally miserable--I'd need something to bitch about.

Okay, here's something: last night I went to Denny's around midnight. At the table next to me was a family full of dirty, uh, people. Making matter worse, one kid was like four and another was six. That's way too late for kids to be up. I don't care what's going on--family reunion, test came back negative, uncle made bail--it doesn't matter: no kid under the age of ten should be up the late. And it's not like they parents were even talking to the kids--it was just social gathering for grownups. Talk about awful parenting--and I haven't even gotten to the danger of feeding kids food from Denny's.

I think more than anything else, that's why I don't wanna become a parent. See, I want to have the option of meeting up with friends at Denny's after midnight. But if I was a parent, I know that's something I couldn't do. I like having a social life (what social life: I'm at home on a Saturday night) and understand why folks don't wanna give that up. I've got a message for those who try and balance a social life and parenting: tough shit. If you have a child, that kid becomes your life. Social, work--everything. That kid is your number one responsibility in life. Every action has to be considered: "How can this affect my child." Is this a hard-line stance--perhaps. But if you do the crime, you do the time. Having kids isn't just about buying them cute little booties for their little footsies--it's about raising them happily in hopes of not needing therapy later in life (the kids--not you).

I know I couldn't do it--that's why I don't want kids. But not enough "parents" do this and that's why we've got so many screwed up adults. You oughta need a license to be a parent. You need a license to drive a car. You need a license to fish. Are you tying to tell me that it requires more maturity and responsibility to catch a fish than raise a kid? That just shows you how ass-backwards some things are in our society.

Speaking of things out whack, what's the deal with golf courses? George Carlin had it right: what sorta pretentious asshole needs acres and acres of space to hit a ball with a two inch diameter? I think of all the golf courses within my proximity and it angers me: what a waste of space. I'm all for the environment and shit. I understand the benefit of have beautiful landscaping and large areas of vegetation. But the same mission could be accomplished if you put a park there--and make it open to the public (you know, something for the kids). That's a good use of space--instead of making it a private area for white folks to get away from anyone with colour.

Gawd, I hate the idea of a country club. Yet another reason why it didn't work out between me and

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Rich people have too much money. I know, stating the obvious. But when I see the crap people waste money on it really angers the blood (kinda like sarsaparilla). I was at the Orange County Fair on Thursday and saw some of the ridiculous arts and crafts available for purchase. Someone was selling a ceramic frog for $150. It was very well done and I'm not insinuating it's something I could ever do, but is that really worth 150 bones? That kinda money could be put to so much better causes than rich people showing off how much money they have--like charity. Yeah, that's right--you heard me: I'd rather see that money donated to charity than wasted on stupid, ostentatious crap like that. If I ever start wasting dough on junk like that, you have my permission to hire a professional and have me whacked.

It's a well documented fact that teenagers are the demographic with largest percentage of disposable income. Your average teenager may be making jack squat at Burger World, but also has little to no expenses. That's why corporate America targets them so much. They can blow money on stupid crap like CDs and Hillary Duff movies.

When I look at my life, I think I was richer when I was making four bucks an hour at my first job than I am today. I might be making significantly more than the four bucks (well, not significantly) but I blow a lot less of my cash on silly things (like cans Silly String--sorry, couldn't resist the rhyme). Back then I could blow cash on things like the movies. It didn't matter what it was, I'd go see it in a theater. But nowadays, I hate spending eight bucks on a crappy movie--which is a shame because I find most movies to be crappy. Maybe this attitude is the byproduct of becoming more intelligent and having better taste. But it just eats me up knowing I spent eight bucks on a movie that totally blew. And the worse part is I feel like as we, the consumer, have no recourse for satisfaction. You get a bad burger at Mooby's, you can go back and ask for another one. If you buy a television and are unhappy with it, you're well within your rights to take it back to the store for a refund. But if you just sat through 90 minutes of slosh, you're screwed. Not only are you out eight bucks, you also lost 90 minutes you're never gonna get back (I'm still waiting to the Wachowski brothers to refund my four hours from those gawdawful "Matrix" sequels). The only thing the consumer can do is stop going to the theater--and judging from last night's lines, I'm the only one willing to take on this battle.

Which brings me to another observation (actually it doesn't--I just had little more to say about the movies): maturity. It's a farce in this country that 18 is considered an adult. Your average 18-year old may have graduated high school, but he doesn't know anything about being an adult. Even 21 is too low. Maturity really sets in when you stop doing stupid things; act less on emotion and more on logic. I think adulthood sinks in probably closer 23-25 than 18. I think back to when I was 21--a lot of things I did were based on emotion. I never really thought out things the way I do today. I did things more impulsively and exaggerated all highs and lows. I got caught in the moment. Not like today (I'm Zen, baby). I wish I could give you examples, but I chose not to relive my stupid moments--those things are in the past and I'm living in denial. That and I really don't feel like putting any thought to this iRANT--it's a total free write.

Damn--I lost momentum. I'm not tapped out--but I've got nothing else to write about. I suppose now is as good of time as any to quit. I covered a lot for not having much to discuss. Time to call it an iRANT.

* Name has been blacked out to protect her identity and spare her from ridicule.

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