After one of the more memorably mentally exhausting weekends in recent memory, we can finally put the objects in the mirror may be closer than they appear(the rear view mirror). Now that it is Monday morning, we can make like Abe Lincoln and start slaying Zombies and make like George Washington and start chopping down cherry trees. It’s President’s Day, which means I am on the precipice of my job’s bitter descent down a rabbit hole of busyness that won’t end until the end of March. For now, it’s time to stepback, slapback, cutback and generally just return to being yourselves again.
In other words, guys stop pretending you are good at romance. You did your best this weekend to make your wives and girlfriends think you know how to dine and whine them, but let’s face it, you failed to meet their expectations and now the facade is over and you can go back to disappointing people in general instead of just specifically in the romance department. Snapback to your general patheticness.
If you were sick as a dog and barking louder than one like me, just snapback from your sickness, and just go back to your regular non-sick lameness. Tell your brain to quit acting like a dingbat, and all those viruses to quit spending time in your house, like those unwelcome neighborhood kids, who eat all your food, mess up all your rooms, and leave things looking like a tornado hit it. Stick some medicine directly up to that part of the brain, and tell the viruses to get out. You’ve got some working avoiding and interneting to do.
Go back to being mediocre at your job, dispensing annoying advice, driving like a maniac, or puncturing those tires you normally do. Go back to your art class that you despise, cutting yourself shaving, or back to the hopelessness that has been created by the presidential race.
Find a curb to kick things to. Go outside and teach some play kids how to play kick the can, so you can see them roll their eyes when you ask them to do things besides spend time on their phones. Find a Karate Kid tournament to get kicked out of. Go sneak into a theater to get kicked out of. Or be in a writer for a movie where you get a kickbacks on the percentage of the box office. Just snapback to the pathetic thing you call your life.
ARRRRGGGHHHH
Bitter Snapback Ben
You always have the bitter remedy for my incurable optimism! Keep up the good (bad?) work!
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I always do my best to be the worst! I’m cooking up some bitterness as we speak!
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I think I got your virus over the interwebs. I woke up with a sore throat this morning. Boo. Oh, and that bitterness virus? I caught that a long time ago.
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Um, that was supposed to go to all the horrible people I associate, not one of my favorite people ever. I’m really sorry about that. 😦
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Aww! 🙂 That made my heart happy. Maybe now my happy heart will radiate to my unhappy lymph nodes, and I’ll be bitterly better in no time!
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Let’s hope you return back to your bitter self. Sorry about making you happy on a Tuesday. I should know better.
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Yes, you really should know better. Bitter Monday, Bitter Tuesday… The only day you are allowed to make me happy is… oh wait. No, there are no happy days. Despite Richie Cunningham’s best efforts.
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I wonder if all the presidents we are celebrating were pretty bitter (Washington because his trees were chopped down and made into his wooden teeth and Lincoln because he had to deal with the South (not you of course)). They might as well call this Bitter Week and have all the fraternities do rush week this week.
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Agreed. I bet Harrison was bitter about only being President for 32 days before kicking the bucket, and I bet President Taylor was bitter about those strawberries and cream. So much presidential bitterness.
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I bet Harrison is actually pretty happy that you remembered who he was. I don’t remember President’s earlier than Kennedy.
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I try to forget most of the presidents after Kennedy. >,<
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Yeah, most of them were the worst. Though I quite enjoyed Regan, but I am pretty naive about politics in general and especially him since I was in my preteens when he was the pres. I sure liked him though.
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Ha! How ironic. In my earlier comment, I almost put “(besides Reagan)”… he seems like the most legit guy we’ve had in office in decades!
I want to use one of his quotes on most of my Millennial friends: “How do you tell a communist? Well, it’s someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It’s someone who understands Marx and Lenin.”
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That is a well thought out joke and statement by Reagan. All I know is growing up, it seems like I always felt pretty secure when he was in office. He was this lovable old guy, and he was just as much a part of pop culture as he was politics.
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I suppose that means I have to snap back into my blog reading and more specifically into my Bitter Ben blog reading. Oh Monday, why you gots to do me like that?
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Nope you really don’t have to snapback until today. Because I certainly didn’t. Though do I ever really snapback?
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No, not really…
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I just came to work today so I could spread my cold.
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Oh, good for you…and your co-workers!
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It’s fun to see them run in fear when I come near.
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