As my game improves, more people need to know what cue I shoot with.
It’s understandable. Without that specific cue in my hand, I wouldn’t even begin to know how to spell the word “pool”, would I?
The better I play, the less qualified I feel to teach any aspect of this game to anyone.
There’s a hell of a lot I don’t know and the amount of unknown information constantly increases.
The longer I live, the less I tell someone how they should live.
Everyone has their reasons for what they do, including me. No one knows better than you how you should live your life. This leads to…
The longer I live, the more people feel the need to tell me how to live.
Y’all need to understand something right THE F— now: If I want your advice, I will ask you for it and I’m not just talking about the noble game of billiards.
I am volatile, intolerant, unpredictable, headstrong, impractical, rude, solipsistic, and I like to cuss. A lot. These fine attributes get me into some unusual situations in life. In my lifetime, I’ve made some interesting decisions. These decisions may seem bizarre, insane, and/or unacceptable. This is because it’s not how YOU would have handled the situation. Well, no shit, Sherlock — that’s why I made the decision, and not you.
Did I just do something that freaked you the f— out? Hold on to those pearls, adjust your monocle, and cherish those Victorian sensibilities, Mr. Peanut! I’m going to spin that rope. Whether or not I’ll use it to build a ladder to heaven or hang myself is yet to be seen. Just sit back and let it happen. It won’t bother me in the least if I end up swaying in the wind and it shouldn’t bother you, either.
This is my life. Please do not attempt to convert me to your way of thinking or impose your advice — however well-meaning it may be — upon me. You already know I will not listen. Besides, if I’m going to be just like you, who will be like me?
Live your life and I’ll live mine.
No need for any of us to impose upon the other.
Some people feel a need to tell me what to write on, or how to write, this blog.
Go get your own blog. They’re free for f—‘s sake.
“With your attitude, you’re going to die alone and friendless.”
I’ll never play pool the way other people think I should.
They can go f— a duck in a pickup truck.
Peptalks are bullshit.
I’m intelligent enough (hard to believe, right?) to know when I’ve played well. I don’t need false encouragement or condescending praise. Giving me that crap just tells me you think I’m vain or vapid enough to believe you.
Not sure what to say?
Don’t say anything at all.
Just HAVE to say something?
Stick some saltine crackers and a tennis ball in your mouth, and then say it.
There will always be a man who thinks he knows what’s best for a woman.
By the time this changes, dinosaurs will rule the earth once more. Just because I can’t do anything about it doesn’t mean I have to accept it with a smile while batting my eyelashes.
Quality over quantity.
Those that let me live the way I want to live while reserving judgment are few and far between, but I’ll take (or fire) a bullet for any of them.
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no substitute for a good blaster at your side.
Happy Groundhog Day.