Respect

It's been awhile since I've posted a blog and I felt like writing one, so I am. I couldn't think of anything off-hand like I did with the other posts, but in the end, I did find one I do want to write about.

There are few types of people that I respect, but there are quite a bit more that I don't. I respect the thing that most Americans respect, fast food employees. Joking aside, I respect a few of the more obvious choices, like the people who put their life on the line to protect people like me, such as the police, and those who put their life on the line to protect what I believe in, like those in the military. I do respect some other groups, but even with the police and military, I judge the person, not the group. The people that I disrespect and look down on are generally the same throughout their group. These include groups like fanatics, especially the religious kind, parents who abandon their family, and those who commit small crimes (I consider those who commit murder and other such atrocities have given up their right to even be considered human).

There is one group that people will find odd that I respect, and that is the decent authors. These authors can think of entirely new world, or change worlds that already exists like putty in their hands. They plan their story far beyond what they have already written, and if they haven't, they generally have a path that they are following. They aren't afraid to change their story if it needs to be changed and ignore the few haters of their widely loved story. I don't really know where I'm going with this, but you should get the general idea.

- Gaberdude (4/25/2014 @

PS: I know this is a bit off topic, but I want to talk about I group I am growing to extremely hate, Medical Doctors. I have epilepsy you see, so I'm on this medication that works to prevent these seizures. However, one day I can't get my medications, even when I had a prescription for it. I called the doctor, and she said she'd send me a new prescription, which she did, but the same thing happened.

So, here I am, not getting my epilepsy medication, so I'm not surprised when I have a seizure. The problem is, I was taking a shower at the time, so I fell and lost consciousness. When I woke up, I had a dislocated should, which hurts like fuck. I've had a dislocated shoulder before that I fixed myself, but I noticed something was different this time, so I had a friend drive me to the ER. When I got there, I signed in and went to sit down in the empty waiting area. After an hour, I went to talk to the person at the desk and asked if they were busy back their. They said no and I went to sit back down. My name is called thirty minutes later, I take down some of my information, and I go wait in an examination room. Another thirty minutes later, a doctor comes in and asks what's wrong. I told him that I dislocated my should, but thought something else was wrong with it. What made me hate this guy is when I showed him my obviously dislocated shoulder, he just slouched one of his shoulders and said "I can do that too"... I nearly hit him. In the end, I got x-rays and it showed that my shoulder was badly fractured and I needed surgery.

I know that those few people that I interacted with don't define the entire group, but I never want to go back to the hospital because of these doctors. I am sorry that I took up this much space for some useless information about me, but I just needed a place to rant that wasn't my family or friends.

PPS: The only good thing about this experience is that I bought a bottle of Brisk Pink Lemonade in the waiting room. It was delicious.