1. Charlie Sheen -- he just slays me with his attitude. C'mon -- he cured his addictions with his mind? Now he is healthy? Is that why he is ranting in all forms of medium; had his two youngest children removed from his home by the police; lost his job. I could go on and on. I think he is in that deep trench of denial, and if not careful, it will become so deep that he will have a difficult time climbing back out. I feel sorry for those around him that are being so affected by his outlandish behavior. That said, for seemingly 90% of the population, they can't get enough of Good Time Charlie. Who, by the way, is really Carlos Estavez.
2. Crazy people in general. OK -- perhaps I have been watching John Quinones' What Would You Do? a bit too much. But yesterday, there was an accident on Highway 44 and the Big Bend exit. I stopped, because it appeared to just have happened and no one else has stopped. What I found was an elderly Bosnian man with very limited communication skills and this jerk -- who was totally trying to take advantage of him, I asked if they needed a phone or anything, and Mr. Jerk told me that it wasn't any of my business -- while the Bosnian man was literally shaking. OK -- I made it my business. Over the course of the next 10 minutes, I got Mr. Bosnian to call his daughter, explained the situation, told her that Mr Jerk was bullying her dad, and that I wasn't going to leave him to be taken advantage of.
Long story short, Mr. Jerk called me all kinds of names (fuck, bitch, cunt, moron); got nose to nose with me -- well, not exactly nose to nose because he was a good foot taller than me and about 100 pounds heavier than me -- but you get the picture -- and told me to leave and that if I didn't, he was "going to take care of me." Guess if I stayed or left? I stayed. I just told him, "OK -- do what you need to do, but I am not leaving." I told him that he was acting like a bully, and that I wasn't going to leave until I was comfortable that Mr. Bosnian was taken care of.
Quick back story: Mr. Jerk wanted me to leave because he was telling Mr. Bosnian that there was no damage and that he was just going to leave the scene. Mr. Bosnian kept saying "Bosnia. No understand. Insurance. Police." Twice Mr. Jerk went back to the car --that he wasn't even driving, by the way, it was his girlfriend's car -- saying that he was going to leave the scene. I had Jacob take down his license plate number just in case.
My boys were with me or course, and as soon as Jacob saw Mr. Jerk getting into my face, he stepped out of the car. It did cause Mr. Jerk to get out of my face. Then when Patrick stepped out of the car, Mr. Jerk turned nice, had his girlfriend call the police, and I stayed until the police arrived. Mr. Jerk did apologize for his language.
I felt it was important to step up in that situation. I would do it again.
3. Time is up. I am off to Yoga class. Yes, me -- and yoga. Idiotic!
