So it’s been a while. Well, it was a rough year. No, wait, it was a great year, although I can’t always see that clearly. This is usually because I’m screaming at somebody. About what? Well, I have two teenage boys. In fact one has been a moody teenager since he was 11. This should be enough explanation to anybody with two teenage boys. It’s not like it is in sitcoms… unless you count Married With Children, or the other show that was Married With Children except the father hangs out with a stuffed rabbit with Bobcat Goldthwait’s voice.
So why I haven’t I kept up with this? Hell, I don’t know. But I’m going to take another shot at it. Why now? Well, I’m getting ahead of the New Year’s resolution rush. I will have failed to keep up with this before most you have even made a New Year’s resolution to fail at.
I’ve had to decide what this will be. I like to be mostly family friendly here, although my real life language is not. Although I guess my family is dealing with it.
Also, I’ve always had to deal with whether or not to bring politics into things. The world is especially polarized and focused on politics these last few years. So I have decided that worthlessobservations.com will be staunchly apolitical. Why? I don’t feel a need to get my political views out in this forum, and for the most part, nobody ever changes their mind anyway. There’s two people. Neither one of them represents you 100%. You pick one (by voting or by apathy) and then the people who vilified them continue to vilify them to a greater degree, and the people who think they’re the answer continue to think so, until the specified period of time is over. Except in my original home state of Illinois, where the specified period of time may be interrupted by a prison sentence. What happens when it’s all over? I stop reading Facebook, that’s what. Where am I promoting this?…. Well, I’ll be in and out of Facebook.
Mostly, I’m trying to be funny. I’m not always going to hit the mark. My wife tells me I’m not nearly as funny as I think. I tell her that women have no idea what is funny. But it’s safe to say that what I think is funny is not going to suit everybody’s sense of humor.
Occasionally, I’ll share something I find moving. It’s safe to say what I find moving will not be moving to everybody. Let me explain. I don’t cry. It isn’t a macho thing. I’ve never told my boys men don’t cry or anything like that. I don’t know why, I just don’t. Eventually, I’ll lose somebody close to me and I’m sure I will then. But in my adult life, I don’t remember crying. Not when my kids were born via emergency c-section. Not when my first son came home three weeks after the emergency c-section on Christmas Eve (although I came close the following year, perhaps I’ll relate that in a Christmas post). Not when the Carolina Hurricanes won the Stanley Cup in game 7 in 2006. Not even when the Chicago Cubs won the World Series in extra innings in game 7 in 2016. I didn’t stop myself, it just didn’t happen. I have however, stopped myself from crying in other cases, because they are so ridiculous compared to the actual moments in my life that a normal person might have cried over:
- “I have a message. Lt. Col. Henry Blake’s plane was shot down over the Sea of Japan… it spun in. There were no survivors.”
- “I want Rudy to dress in my place coach”
- “Five seconds left in the game. Do you believe in miracles? YES!” (The movie version. Why not in real life? Well, I was 8, I didn’t understand the cold war politics involved and the fact that we didn’t send pros, whereas the Soviets probably blurred this line, and if the real life version of this would have choked me up, certainly the Cubs winning the World Series would have.)
So, nothing in my life moves me to cry, but fake people, or the dramatization of what shouldn’t really be that big of a moment in sports might. So what I find moving might not seem moving to you.
So, wrapping things up, I’m going to take another shot at this. I’ll inevitably fail and it will just be the output of a Russian bot trying to sell jerseys, or whatever the hell I keep deleting. I’ll try to be funny. Sometimes I might share something that I find moving. There’s a fair chance you won’t like it, but that’s fine because I’ll probably forget it after a while.
Oh, Happy Thanksgiving!