Vortexia's Secret

oh yeah. damn. i need to remember to focus when i open this page with plans to write. i always end up finding it as i'm closing all the windows to go to bed at night, with nothing written.

thing is, it's harder for me to remember all the little things i want to write about during the day. i mean, there are a million of those little annoyances and other things i used to rant about. but by the time i get down to writing, i can't remember a thing. and it's really bugging me now because i know there was something really good.

hmmmmmm, something. people made me laugh today and other people made me feel uncomfortable. i'm sleepy. the news is saying stuff about how people are depressed after the holidays, and then they go into all this crap about weight loss and obesity and the weight loss pill... i'm thinking there must be a connection. when the news is telling you that you're fat, you got to feel a little down.

i don't like the idea of being one of those child haters, but my neighbor has a little kid and must have shared custody with the daddy. they have the same basic problem that makes me feel guilty about those feelings of child hatred. ok, they think their kid is cute. they enjoy his rambunctious yelling late at night. i, on the other hand, hear all of it too, and think "shut the fuck up, shouldn't that damn kid be in bed by now?! it's MY bedtime, and i've got 20 years on that punk! be a decent parent and get his ass to bed!" right now, for example, this kid is having custody time with daddy on my front porch. door wide open, kid running around in the open, at night, with mommy who knows where (my proof being that the kid has been hollering for mom for the past 5 minutes with no response). now the kid is running up and down the corridor and squealing.... could be because daddy is playing, could be because somebody is about to run over him with a car, could be because mr. child molester is hunting him down. i do realize that i will be a very paranoid parent if i ever have kids with my thinking like this. i also realize that i'm the bitchy neighbor. and when i checked out the scene through my peephole, i thought.... i could easily have opened my door, snagged the kid, and had the parents wondering WTF for a long time before they realized they couldn't find the kid because he'd been snatched. that's a sign of bad parenting to me. and of my warped mind, even considering how to "teach them a lesson" in a way that could have landed me in jail and given them a heart attack. (know OF COURSE that i would never dream of doing that, even if i was best friends with these people.) yeah, so rant of the night.... i hate bad parents and stupid people.

the end. good night. adios. alveiderzaid. ciao.