It didn’t get really bad until he took off his shoes and then asked the train conductor how fast we were going.

He just pulled out a Tupperware with six hard boiled eggs. I’ll wager he pounds all six down — he *is* wearing sunglasses after all.

I’m going to throw his traveling coffee mug out the window. He keeps screwing the lid on and off, all the way up and all the way down. I can hear the rubber seals straining each time he needs a drink. Apparently the overly complicated lid with its pulleys, levers, and hinges is too much for one man.

I haven’t been on the train for five minutes and the guy next to me after taking a drink of his coffee whispered satisfying to himself, “Oh Jesus.”

- In related news:
http://imgur.com/a/WDwyW

- More of the related news:
http://www.rollingstone.com/culture/news/zola-tells-all-the-real-story-behind-the-greatest-stripper-saga-ever-tweeted-20151117

Some, I’m the show.

Nope, all on topic. I have a hard time knowing in the heat of the moment when I should act on the indignation or not. On one hand it’s good for me to pause and center and then on the other I often need the moment’s heat to stand up and be counted.

I’ve come to realize that in the moment I’ll never “always” be able to do the “right” thing. Some carnivals I get a teddy bear and some I lose my ticket.

“Oh Senator? Love your suit!”
—H. Lector

These fucktards I work with posted something to the effect of how voting for Trump is like listening to Country Music backwards: Got his car back, His horse back, his job back and his country back.

I want to point out that he did not lose his car, job or country and he’s never had a horse.

But he’s not my monkey, and it isn’t my circus.

This is not necessarily a comment on the topic.

The thing is, I can snark like nobody’s business. I’ve heard that “Irish diplomacy” is the ability to tell someone to go to hell and they look forward to the trip.

I learned a lesson about being unnecessarily discourteous, and I may have learned it too well. Sometimes people really need to know they’re an asshole. I think sometimes that I’m doing just as much a disservice when I ignore idiocy as when I expose it. If I ignore too much I’m giving it the OK.

I’m probably off topic.

Self-righteous indignation is the most delicious drug I’ve ever taken. It has nearly always been the straw that broke my back.

Good point. I’m sure when the emotions stop swirling I’ll feel a bit of gratitude for taking a higher road.

I like to remember that nearly everything looks different from a distance. “In the long run…”

Okay, it looked like a silhouette on my phone. Not so much on my Mac. 🤔

I regularly didn’t pay attention to myself. Working the steps is one of those times where I definitely should.

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You are. Tell a person asking a question about the 9th step that garbage? You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re a troll of the worst order, sir. A misogynistic, miserable man who isn’t here to offer anything but nonsense.

Wow. That’s harsh.

God you are a jerkoff.

you got to tell me, graham sexton
why are the wicked so strong
how do the angels get to sleep
when the devil leaves his porchlight on
—-tom waits

Interesting point of view :)