24 Hours- New Balance Needed Throughout the Day

This is not confirmed or anything (by me anyway), but I’ve got a feeling some bs system of government created the 24 hours in a day routine. I think the idea behind it was to create a balanced quality of life while also putting a good amount of time into working, thus being useful to society and the economy.

For these reasons, the phrase 24 hours a day came into existence. I believe it was originally intended to separate the major aspects of our lives into thirds. 8 hours of sleep, 8 hours of work, and 8 hours of personal time.

The trouble is, that system doesn’t work- at all! And it’s all because we have allowed the government to so fully take over our lives, that all we do is dedicate our time to work, or else spending money. We are so desperate for this money to spend, that we don’t even seem to mind this less than stellar way of living. We have one life to live, and probably 45% of it is spent working, 40% sleeping, and 15% doing what we want. What a great way to live…

So going back to the 8/8/8 hour separation. We have 8 hours of work, right? Wrong! Each day you wake up early to get ready for work. This amount of time is very different for each individual, but for argument’s sake, let’s say this takes an hour. Shower, make-up, clothing, all the works. Are you working here? No, but it’s all in preparation for work.

Next, most people have to drive or otherwise transport themselves to work. Again, this takes each person a varying amount of time, but the average may be something like an hour commute. Some people have significantly smaller, and some larger of course. Commuting happens twice a day, so before we even put actual work into the mix, 3 hours of our 8 designated for “free time” is used up, just to get to and from our job.

Okay, so now we finally get to work. That’s 8 hours. Except it’s not. Most jobs have an 8 and a half hour day, because God forbid companies actually pay us for the usually mandated half-half hour lunch. So that’s 30 minutes of your free time used up in the middle of the work day, 30 minutes in a place you don’t want to be, doing what you don’t want to do. Superb!

So after your shift ends, you take the long commute home, unless of course you have to work overtime. I feel like many people work plenty of overtime. Depending on the job, shift, work-load, whatever… most people probably wind up working about 10 hours a day at their job, whether by choice or requirement, mainly because companies do not give a damn about quality of life, or because they pay so low that folks are completely desperate for a bit of extra cash just to get by.

So by the time you get home, there’s already over half the day gone, 13 hours roughly.

So our 8 hours of free time have now been cut down to 3 hours. And what do you do in those three hours? You might relax, you might collapse on the couch, exhausted from a hard days work, too spent to actually enjoy yourself. But you’ve got to cook dinner, go shopping, clean the house, pick up or drop off the kids somewhere…basically you spend it caring for your home or others. Before you know it the moon is shining, your eyes are drooping, and that soft bed is calling your name.

But you’ve still got stuff to do, or you actually want to enjoy your life somewhat, so you stay up later than you should, thus dipping into your 8 hours of sleep.

When you finally concede to sleep for those short 5-7 hours, it is restless and interrupted, because you’re too stressed out about going to work the next day, or paying the bills, or finishing up some house project or worrying about the kids or something. Your mind is doing anything but sleeping.

Then you wake up groggily, a big reason why you give yourself an hour to go to work, and it takes a while for the engine to warm up, and the cycle starts all over again.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could work 4 days, and have three off?

Nope. Can’t do that. Cuz then we would all starve.

We have one life to live, and it f-ing sucks.

The Trouble With Speed Bumps, and Lack of Parenting

You know, besides them being incredibly annoying and overused, some speed bumps have designated mph to go over them. If you do not meet this number, and are going over faster, your vehicle will bounce like it’s on a trampoline, and you’ll break your back in the process.

What I don’t get is why these speed restrictions are typically slower than the speed limits on the roads they are placed on.

Take a road marked 25 mph. That is a disgustingly slow speed limit to begin with (which most don’t obey anyway). But if it is a packed residential street, you’ll likely find its littered with speed bumps that are marked 15 mph.

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WHY?!?!?!?

They might as well drop the speed limit to 15 then because on the more obnoxious streets, there’s a bump every 50 feet or so, so you speed up just to slow down right away, over and over again.

I understand why they are there, to prevent people from flying by and all that, but what I don’t understand is why the bump speeds aren’t made to match the street mph. That way you can casually ride along at the posted speed, instead of constantly having to adjust.

The only conclusion I can come to is that the wussy, cry-baby residents complained real hard to the town.

But it’s not just any residents…oh no…there are two types of people stupid enough to pull this, and I despise them both.

The first, senior citizens, the really old ones. These people are slowing down, living in a world they can’t keep up with, and about the only thing they can do is pick up a phone and complain, determined to keep their hold on the world they think they own, being oldest and all.

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The worse of the two however, are over-protective parents who need to shield their kids from speeding cars.

Here’s an idea, teach your kids to stay the heck out of the road, instead of attempting to bend the world around them, so they don’t grow up to be entitled little shits who think everyone will do anything for them, and thus the kid will never contribute anything beneficial to society, for they’ll be too busy expecting everything to be done for them.

If your kid is too young to be taught this, then either keep them away from roads, or restrain them from going near one when outside. I promise, not playing or running into a road is a pretty easy concept to understand.

The roads around my house are 25-30 mph, and so many times annoying mothers shout at me to slow down. Why? Because their dumb kids are playing where? In the @^%&ing street. And it’s not like these kids don’t have back, front and side yards to play in. Plus, I’m doing the speed limit, so shut up bitch. If your kid’s too stupid to avoid getting hit by slow moving vehicles, that’s not my problem.

We do have moron teenagers who ride quads and dirt bikes at like 80 mph on our road. Does this make me want to call the town to add speed bumps? Heck no! It just makes me look forward to the inevitable moment when a car pulls out of somewhere and these little speedsters plow into them, decimating themselves and forcing their good-for-nothing parents to pay for all damage and suffering they cause to the people they hit.

Anyway, f^&k the world, man, that’s all I’m saying.

Rubbernecking Should Be Considered A Capital Offense

I am so sick of sitting in traffic. It’s bad enough from commuter traffic, but it gets multiplied when an accident or road work happens. Okay. I get it, it’s annoying as all Hell, but what am I going to do?

But when the accident is on the other side of a highway, and we still sit in traffic for 30 minutes, that’s where the line must be drawn.

Every so often I sit in this “rubbernecking” traffic, and I seriously can’t wrap my head around that this is a thing.

For instance, the other day I was on the most major highway in my part of the state, and was in traffic forever, during regular rush-hour traffic to begin with, only to find it was because there was some sort of accident on the other side of the highway.

As I finally got to this traffic point of origin, I was completely baffled to see cars slowing down to a coasting 10-20 mph and just trying to see what was going on. When they had their fill, they sped off, and then the cars behind them would do the same. And this was happening in all 5 lanes! Just f*ing drive you stinking idiots!!! And the best part was, it was dark out and you couldn’t see anything to begin with!

Why do I and other decent people have to be late for work because you’re plain dumb?

I’ve seen people actually stop at accidents or car fires…that’s right, stop, in the left two lanes, get out of their cars and start taking pictures. Is your life that pathetic that mangled cars and injured persons is the most exciting thing in your life?

When I was a volunteer firefighter, I always made sure to yell at and move along any stupid people who would stop to gaze like a bunch of dreamy-eyed assholes at scenes we were working on. That’s right, it bothers me even when I’m not driving.

They need to have police go on the opposite side of a highway where an accident is and apprehend any driver who rubbernecks. Arrest every single one of them, and then give them the ultimate punishment.

If they want to rubberneck, then their necks should be twisted until broken, then their bodies should be placed in their cars and melted down so that their good-for-nothing lives and their cars that they failed to drive correctly can actually contribute to something positive in this world.

This might seem a little harsh, but rubbernecking is about as stupid and offensive as most crimes out there, if not more so, and you give up any and all value to your life when doing it.