I Am a Realist
June 30th, 2010I call things as I see them. Often times, it offends people.
I tell people that you can’t fix an alcoholic. That alone has lost me more than one friend. I’m not kidding.
The whole train thing may have made me sound like a jerk. So be it. If you see a train track and you cross it without seeing if a train is coming, you don’t deserve to live. Plain and simple.
Don’t over-invest in company stock. I knew this before Enron.
People on steroids have much higher pain tolerances than people not on steroids. I’m glad I learned this with headgear and a mouthpiece instead of on the street or else it would have been really ugly (on my end).
There are things that you simply won’t be good at no matter how much effort you make. We’re all bad at something. The sooner you realize that, the less time you waste.
You can’t be anything you want to be. People who say this are not being realistic. However, you do have natural talents. Pick your favorite and get really good at it. If you have two favorites, get good at both of them.
Money doesn’t necessarily buy you happiness. But being broke will stress you out.
Capitalism isn’t fair. However, it’s still better than the alternative. Socialism punishes the thrifty, the focused, the creative, and the hard-working while rewarding the lazy and the people with chronic bad luck.
Some folks do have bad luck. I feel bad for them. Seriously, I do. However, I don’t feel bad for people who do the same stupid shit over and over again. Big difference.
America needs to treat her veterans better. Heck, America needs to treat her own citizens better. This country needs more freedom, not less.
This world already is overpopulated. Just wait until we get into the resource wars. The oil wars have already started. The water wars will come in our lifetime. And don’t tell me that we have plenty of resources and we just need to redistribute them better. I already told you how much I hated communism. What’s mine is mine. It’s not yours. And it especially doesn’t belong to someone on the other side of the world I’ll never even meet. It’s mine. Sound like a two-year old? Well, sometimes toddlers are wiser than adults. Maybe when I’m done with it, I’ll let you play with it but for now it’s mine.
Speaking of oil, this is still going on. Picture from NASA.

And speaking of stupid, if you’re this close to the field, ever think it may be a good idea to pay attention to the game? I hope this hurt. (It’s only 32 seconds long and if you got a sick sense of humor like I do, you might laugh).