So I’m here to make a semi-formal introduction, as one of the Admins, just to let you guys know a little about me, and what I have in mind for this page. 🙂
As you can tell by the blog name, we’re kind of starting with a “people of Wal-Mart” type theme. Personally, I’d like to see this idea grow. Input from readers is welcomed and suggested. If you read this and enjoy it, spread the word. If you have pictures of some “people of the truckstop”, feel free to send them to one of us. Maybe a joke, or even an audio book you’d like to suggest, let us know. I’d like this to feel like the Driver’s Lounge of the Internet.There is a lot of room for expansion, and we’d love to know what all you drivers would like more of and less of. Just drop any of us a line.
Oh yeah. I forgot that introduce myself part….
I’m Marissa. 🙂 I’ve been out here on these roads for almost 5 years now. I drive an ’06 Freightliner Columbia. Currently leased onto Dart Transit Co. My raggedy P.O.S. truck will be all paid for in March of next year. I ride with my two kitty cats, Vessa, aka Ninja Cat, and Cocoa Belle, aka Yoda Cat. They are like my kids and spoiled absolutely rotten. You can usually find me within a few hundred miles of Chicago, running as hard as they’ll let me. I’m not a truckstop junkie by any means, so if you want me to stop for a visit, you’d better have a good bribe. 🙂 I’m most frequently found playing with my friends over on Google+. I strongly suggest, if you don’t have an account over there yet, that you run to get one. Now. 🙂
Let us entertain you, trucker style.
I don’t understand how people can sit there and wallow in their own misery and how people can be so selfish as to want to bring everyone down with them. You are the only person in control of your happiness, not anyone else. I quit depending on others to keep me happy a long time ago. I can sit here in silence driving down the road and be happy. Simple minds need constant entertainment and drama. I guess people are scared of themselves and need to have someone else’s life and business in their face. Maybe they don’t like themselves enough to worry about themselves? Or are jealous of other people’s lives, that they have to be part of it? I don’t know, but I’ve come across done simple, simple people. I feel bad for them. The sad thing is, these people are mostly voluntarily stupid, and could easily change the way they think, act, and live. I can honestly say, I am so happy that I was born with some sense and raised to be a good, kind person. Too bad other people can’t be as fortunate.
I don’t think I could dislike it any more than I do.
I mean, everyone’s life has some drama in it. Everyone gets stressed, has bills to pay, has a crazy relative that calls and asks for money, doesn’t want to go to work and deal with those damn people…you could call that drama. Or just everyday stresses. Whatever.
I just can’t stand the drama that people make for themselves. Whether it be starting some shit with someone, or getting involved in someone else’s business that you don’t belong in, or looking for reasons to be angry…whatever it may be, it’s pointless and a waste of time and energy. The ‘he said, she said’ crap that everyone is a part of at some point or another, whether you like it or not.
I’m not the type to perpetuate that shit. Come on. I’ve got better shit to do with my time. I just don’t fucking care that much.
I live my life happily, peacefully. I have those that matter to me, and the ones that don’t. If you don’t make my life better somehow, or if the only thing you have to do with yourself is try to make my life worse, or someone that I love’s life worse, I don’t have time for you.
I just don’t understand why people look for stuff to get upset about, stuff that’s going to cause pain to anyone. Hell, I go out of my way to be nice to people that I don’t even know, or even people who have done me wrong in the past.
Whether it’s a Karma thing or a morality thing or a Christian thing….whatever the fuck you want to say it is…the Golden Rule comes down to ‘don’t do anything to anybody that you wouldn’t want anybody to do to you’. I mean, how hard is that to get?
I hate to see people actually thrive on bringing drama and pain to people. Do your thing. Let everybody else do theirs. Misery loves company? How unsatisfied with yourself and your life do you have to be to want to bring someone to your level?
I mean, that’s just me. That’s how I was brought up. Fucking be nice to people, no matter who they are. Live and let live, harm none, love all. Maybe I’m a deluded hippie or some shit, but that’s pretty basic shit there.
I’m not even religious like that, but even Jesus was like, “Hey, man! I don’t care if you’re a whore or a thief! I got your back!”
I will say though, I don’t like it when people try to hurt me or my people, but unless it absolutely comes down to protecting me or mine, it’s whatever. I’m not down with the drama. My energy can be used on so many more productive things. I’ve got my own problems, my own life, my own goals. If you aren’t a positive part of that, I sure as hell am not going to let you be a negative part of it.
I see this shit all the time, and it makes no sense to me. I know too many people that get caught up in drama and get all stressed and crap. My opinion:
Smile and fucking nod.
I was told last night, “Pimps don’t commit suicide!”
On that note, I really don’t have anything to say.
OK. That’s a lie. I have lots to say.
I’m just afraid of starting this with intentions of entertainment, and ending with a rambling rant about how unhappy and lonely I am right now.
Why are people so fucking stupid?
Alright. Now that we have that out of the way…
I still got nothin’.
I think my problem here is loneliness. Or maybe I’m an attention whore that is in constant need of reassurance?
I’ve been told, by my boyfriend, that I need attention constantly. I’m pretty sure that isn’t the case. From my understanding and experience, said people actually seek out attention. From everyone and everywhere. Maybe I’m wrong on that one. Regardless. I don’t go looking for anything from anyone.
I just want someone to care. Not everyone. Someone.
I spend so many of my days and nights alone. My former self, fairly recently, was a happy little social butterfly. Always on the phone, always running around busy when I made it home…
I might consider accepting the idea that I need attention, if I based it on my formerly very active social life, taken out of context.
My life currently consists of work. And one or two phone calls in a day. From my mother. Occasionally a friend will call and chat for a while. Usually that friend will spend the majority of the phone call talking about their life. Their problems. And I listen.
When it comes to times like these, when life starts getting overwhelming, when I need a shoulder…it seems like all those ‘friends’ are nowhere to be found.
At the mere mention of sad or the sight of tears on my face, people panic. I get a response of, “Stop it! You can’t be sad! That’s not you!”
I’m glad to know that I’m that good enough at covering up my negative emotions that people just don’t think I’m capable of being sad. I’m happy that I can provide an ear and a shoulder for anyone, whenever they need it. I don’t mind being that person. I thrive on it.
People either don’t have the patience for me to work around my verbal communication issues, or they listen for a split second, then get bored and go back to the topics that involve them.
It’s easier for me to just shut up and keep to myself. Except it isn’t. Everybody knows that everyone needs to talk sometimes. When I can’t pay someone to just let me cry, I get really disheartened. When the most important people in my life won’t open up to me, I get really disheartened. When the only person in the world that I want to be able to talk to, that I want to talk to me, won’t listen, won’t talk….what then?
Never mind all that. I’m sad. I’m lonely. I hate the fact that I’m not allowed to be those things. Because people think I’m supposed to be happy.