It's a Jungle Out There!

I mowed the back yard this morning. It was completely out of control, as usual. I fell into a couple of holes (ala Butter), got the front tires tangled in the electric fence wire, and burned my fingers on the mower when I was trying to get it untangled. I think I'll live though. There were huge spiders out there. It was all I could do to keep going.

I still need to mow the front yard and weed eat, but I don't feel like it right now, so I think I'll make some lunch instead.

Rant of the day/week/year, etc. Do I live in some kind of alternate universe? Do other people enjoy listening to idle chatter? I don't mean "How's the weather?" type of idle chatter. I'm talking about when people seemingly just talk because they like listening to themselves and the stuff they say doesn't matter. Like saying you're going to do something that you're not. Sure, we're all guilty of it from time to time, but when you're known for it, there might be a problem there. Or saying stuff you don't mean, continuously. Do you really think people want to listen to your voice so badly that they'd rather hear you make up a bunch of junk that you don't mean than you just not saying anything? What do you think you do to your credibility and reputation when you spout out a bunch of nonsense? I think it might have to do with people not valuing silence. Silence isn't always a bad thing.

And what's up with nosey people? The other day I was having a non-work-related conversation with someone at work, and another co-worker jumped in and said, "who are you talking about?" And it wasn't even about anyone this person knew, and this person was not a part of the conversation. I really had an urge to pimp slap someone, but thankfully, I was able to control myself. What kind of nerve does it take to jump into someone else's conversation....someone you're not even friends with? And then put me in a position to have to be rude to you?

Anyway, that's just my rant. I don't expect anyone to understand it, I just needed to get that off my chest.