Cheeeeeers!!
Y’know? Something really not good happened yesterday. What’s that you ask?
I think I may have grown up!!
IKR?
At the ripe old age of 48 plus, Matt-Man may have hit the mercury mark and as the mercurial metal of time and temperature rises, he says unto himself…
“I should really start acting my age…Okay, I should really act like I’m nearly 50...Fuck it, but can I at least have some sense of grown-up decency before I die for Godssakes and go out on top as an adult male, you old man!!?”
Y’know? I think about my own demise…I don’t think of it in terms of how it will be regaled like the Lady of Shallot’s boyfriend being sailed down the river in a pine box, but I think that…
Considering my family history, I am not long for this world in relative terms of time and space, however, and here is what drives me…
I am doing what I want to do, and dare I say, what I was meant to do.
I remember a couple of years ago, my wife, the uber-toxic Janet said to me…
“I told Ryno (my son) that if he didn’t he didn’t start getting better grades, he would end up working at a Drive-Thru like Dad.”
To which I thought to myself…
“This is the same woman who when I had a chest tube in me, asked if it would reach to the ATM Machine!!”
Nonetheless, it hurt my feelings…on both counts.
But over the last couple of years, while I used to carry anger toward her, I have chucked it away because really…
Can a sane person, really ask a hospital patient with over a gallon of lung funk in his body for money? No, and a sane, self-described Christian person, doesn’t ask that of him.
So? I just chalk her comments of hatred and belittlement of me up to, well…hurt, anger, and…bipolar craziness.
M’eh, I just don’t care anymore about that, and I am done knocking her…although it is quite fun, helps me to vent, and give a little of the same back to her from what I took from her the past thirteen years.
Of course, I would never claw her face, push her into the pantry, nor spit in her face like she did me. What?
Anyhoo…
Yeah, I was going to start a segment about her on Sunday‘s Season Four IWS premier, but eh, it would just make me mad, and I don’t want that.
So instead, I chose to write about it, and now I feel better.
I know that this was not the funniest post ever, but maybe now, come Sunday on the IWS Radio Show, I’ll be funnier, because this has really been bothering me, and now?
I have let it go…
Cheers!!
Matt-Man
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@MattMan_IWS
My Facebook Page
Y’know? Something really not good happened yesterday. What’s that you ask?
I think I may have grown up!!
IKR?
At the ripe old age of 48 plus, Matt-Man may have hit the mercury mark and as the mercurial metal of time and temperature rises, he says unto himself…
“I should really start acting my age…Okay, I should really act like I’m nearly 50...Fuck it, but can I at least have some sense of grown-up decency before I die for Godssakes and go out on top as an adult male, you old man!!?”
Y’know? I think about my own demise…I don’t think of it in terms of how it will be regaled like the Lady of Shallot’s boyfriend being sailed down the river in a pine box, but I think that…
Considering my family history, I am not long for this world in relative terms of time and space, however, and here is what drives me…
I am doing what I want to do, and dare I say, what I was meant to do.
I remember a couple of years ago, my wife, the uber-toxic Janet said to me…
“I told Ryno (my son) that if he didn’t he didn’t start getting better grades, he would end up working at a Drive-Thru like Dad.”
To which I thought to myself…
“This is the same woman who when I had a chest tube in me, asked if it would reach to the ATM Machine!!”
Nonetheless, it hurt my feelings…on both counts.
But over the last couple of years, while I used to carry anger toward her, I have chucked it away because really…
Can a sane person, really ask a hospital patient with over a gallon of lung funk in his body for money? No, and a sane, self-described Christian person, doesn’t ask that of him.
So? I just chalk her comments of hatred and belittlement of me up to, well…hurt, anger, and…bipolar craziness.
M’eh, I just don’t care anymore about that, and I am done knocking her…although it is quite fun, helps me to vent, and give a little of the same back to her from what I took from her the past thirteen years.
Of course, I would never claw her face, push her into the pantry, nor spit in her face like she did me. What?
Anyhoo…
Yeah, I was going to start a segment about her on Sunday‘s Season Four IWS premier, but eh, it would just make me mad, and I don’t want that.
So instead, I chose to write about it, and now I feel better.
I know that this was not the funniest post ever, but maybe now, come Sunday on the IWS Radio Show, I’ll be funnier, because this has really been bothering me, and now?
I have let it go…
Cheers!!
Matt-Man
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@MattMan_IWS
My Facebook Page
6 comments:
Great job Matt-Man. Now we can focus on our more mature and positive ideas for Season 4. When we, you know, come up with some. ha
Jay
Jayman: Exactly...Like topless equality!! Cheers Jayman!!
Matt-Man
The older you get the more there is to look back on and say 'I can't believe I did that'.
That's my boy;)
Mike: True Mike. Hell some days I look back on yesterday and say that. Cheers Mike!!
Matt-Man
Beth: Thanks Schmoop, but I prefer it when you say to me, "That's my Daddy." Cheers Schmoop!!
Matt-Man
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