Pepperidge Farm remembers!

As you may tell from some of my other blogs, I have the ability to rant. And rant. And rant. I consider it something of a superpower, a gift, and a curse all rolled into one. I try to use it wisely, but I have moments….okay, days….okay, weeks…where it’s used for anything and everything that irritates me.

Enter my exposure to the “Pepperidge Farm Remembers” meme. It cracked me up. And since I’m in a foul mood, it’s time for a rant, Oppa Pepperidge Style.

Do you remember:
When people used to be polite to each other?
When people didn’t have their head rammed so far up their phone’s ass they avoided getting run over by cars?
When we held politicians to a higher moral standard than celebrities?
When politicians actually did their fucking job and represented the interests of the people?
When the MTA actually ran a fucking train on time?
When the MTA did actual repair work on time and under budget?
When your job paid you what you’re REALLY worth?
When people used phones to……GASP…make actual phone calls?
When AOL was all the rage?
When ISPs didn’t throttle your service to get more money out of you?
When Nazis were people you stomped out on sight?
When charter schools were seen as the utter shit they are?
When we had a president that wasn’t a complete fucking retard that needs to be thrown out of office now?
When Congress didn’t spend millions on a bullshit investigation into embassy attacks to cover up the fact they voted to cut the embassy budget 2 years in a row, hence being directly responsible for the entire mess?
When Cabinet appointees were actually…shudder…qualified for the positions they were nominated for?
When it dawned on people that saving the environment was important?
When people didn’t take opioids like they’re going out of style?
When owning a gun meant you were a responsible gun owner and not some random asshole who got it at a gun show because he or she could?
When “No” actually meant “No” and not some imaginary bullshit that meant the opposite?
When a high school diploma got you a job that could support a family and buy a house?
When people realized the danger of credit cards and didn’t use them as much?
When singers actually wrote their own songs with real, understandable lyrics?
When music wasn’t all just pop garbage spewed out to make money?
When being part of a family owned company meant you felt like a part of their family, and vice versa?
When the government at least made the fa├žade of an attempt to respect the rights of Native Americans and the land they were forced onto?
When banks helped you save money for the future and not hit you with fees for every fucking thing?

Pepperidge Farm remembers.

I can keep going, but I think you get the picture.

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You cancelled on me? Fuck you.

I don’t ask too many people to hang out these days because their propensity to cancel on me has become fucking ridiculously frequent. I stopped making plans for a while because of it, and now I’m very selective about who I ask to hang out with.

I’ve also made it clear that if people want to hang out, they’re welcome to make the plans and let me know. So far, I’ve had all of……2 people take me up on that.

>_>
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Color me surprised.

Friday night, I go to karaoke. I end up meeting this woman. She gave me her number without me asking for it. Alright. We chat over text and we schedule drinks for Tuesday.

I text her on Tuesday to confirm. I get told things are really busy at work. So we rescheduled for today. Doesn't respond to my text this morning. I text her before I get on the train. She tells me another work related issue has come up. I text her and ask if we're still meeting up.

45 MINUTES LATER, NO RESPONSE. Far as I'm concerned, she ditched me. I text her to contact me when things are less busy.

Look, I get jobs get nuts, especially where she works. But you have a responsibility to the people you make plans with to let them know if things are gonna change or if things have occurred to occupy your time. There's no goddamn reason for me to not hear from you.

So I'm done with her. Which is a shame, because she was pretty interesting.

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