What is thou PAY-SHHH-CENTS?

I've been thinking of many o' things, and they all center around this conformity of ignorance on a day-to-day plain of my hometown's existence. Hutchinson seems like the ignorant capital of the world to me. I've been talking to a few people about this thought, and it seems to boil down to a lack of patience in my sector of living. And I've had people come up to me and say, "Jesus, I couldn't take your job for a second because it involves way too much patience, which I lack," or, "It would frustrate the hell out of me!" That has never bothered me. Sure, I deal with my fair share of people, but I never get frustrated. And hardly ever impatient. It comes down to the quality of people I can't comprehend. Why they would live their life like this, or how they were forced to. That pains me. I have a hell of a lot of patience in this body of mine. Have you ever got on to this thing called the internet? (You might even be on it as we speak, but you might not know it.) The internet is invisible. Until you are in it, that is. Any ways, I thought of the most tedious task ever assembled to test patience, and I think I have that duty nailed down. Parenthood. How does that not scream patience, and coping with the fact that when you have little impatient bastard kids, it's more of a give very little, but take a shit load relationship? That's a real patience-tester...That, and chess. I realized a lack of patience within the people I see everyday, these patrons of mine, would result in an absence in good parenting. Afterall, think of all the fits a kid has in a day, especially babies - one when it's hungry, tired, just plain agitated - it would be a God damned miracle to get out of a department store without that baby crying. An impatient person would shush the baby or tell it to not cry right now. A patient person wouldn't have that probably because, unlike an impatient person, this more patient, holier than thou when it comes to patience-person would have already subdued the baby before entering the department store. In fact, they would have known exactly what time their kid was going to act up because they were so calm and used to dealing with the individual. Patience is a virtue - it's commonly seen as one, but with all virtues, is almost always ignored. I've set up a certain mindset, or as it is referred to in this book I'm reading, as a 'Chautauqua', although, I'm not on a journey in discovering this. The person in my book believes Quality should be a part of realism; without Quality, our lives would be meaningless, would not be entertaining or enjoyable, much like George Orwell's classic "1984". Well, without patience, you lose a certain distinguishable intelligence. How intelligent do you look getting frustrated at a short wait? Not too intelligent at all, and how about your courteousness? Or care? Isn't care a low form of quality? To care for something is to find quality in it...you'd lose a bit of quality in the middle of losing your patience. I see it as a large web or diagram, with virtues and values written down, and like a web, it can all come tumbling down after removing a certain strand of something because to have a web, everything must go together, that's how it all fits within that web. If quality is attached to care, and care fits within patience, which, in itself fits within something else (I don't know how far I want to go with this) then, I would imagine more values are lost or missing when others are absent. Philosophize it as you will. I just have found that in thinking more and more, taking what I can from other people's thoughts and associating that with the whole picture, you could go back to what I was stating about an absence in proper child-care. And in finding that answer, ask, what does a child really need? Emotionally, a child needs to feel, above all else, secure. Without security, he or she lives a life dedicated to wanting security, when, in all aspects of a secureless life, that person most likely will be insecure. I find it to be very sad when a child is brought into the world with a shitty life, or just in a bad situation. And these unwed mothers popping out babies on some sporadic cycle, are just causing their kids to be just like them. In a sense, the world is doomed to idiots. Whatever happened to the good parents? In asking this, were there ever really good parents? Think of a good parent for me...was it a character on television by chance? The early generations looked to Joan Cleaver from "Leave it to Beaver". The median generations might think Karen Arnold from "The Wonder Years" or Danny Tannor, Joey Gladstone, Jesse Katsopolis - the threesome fathers from "Full House". These days, you might think Sandy Cohen from "The O.C.". What labels a good father or mother? "Oh, well Matthew's father let's him stay out as long as he wants. No curfew...such a great dad!" Things like that are no showing of a good parent. Security issues arise because honestly, letting a 12-14 year old kid out of your sight all night is just negligent. Can you truly say your parents were good parents? If you're not mature in answering this, and still hold it against your parents that they spanked you, don't speak. They did it to set grounds. And now more to this ever-filling pot! To have a kid that is boundless - you really don't want to think that, do you? If you don't set up grounds or bounds to how far your kids will go, you've then got a real mess. A parent who sets those grounds - in my eyes, that's a good parent, to an extent. They could set grounds, by brute force. "I'll kick the shit out of you if you steal that cookie." The cookie gets stolen. And then you have child abuse. I guess, to really narrow this rant down in the coarse of having grounds set with brute force, you've got to have a new mindset. You can go so far, then be stopped. For instance, here in the lab, we had a rule - the first 5 copies free, the rest 10 cents, so, of course, we had people printing off 20 copies, then picking out 5, and trashing the rest. They stepped over the line, and they got checked. Now, you have to pay for all copies. I'll spank my kid, he or she is throwing a fit, I've counted to 3, the fit persists, and here's the spanking. It's all within grounds of establishing those bounds - you throw a fit, you get spanked. So less and less, the fit comes up. All of a sudden, no more fit, which, in light of good behavior, no more spankings. But every once in a while, you get those Phil Spectre people, or Bing Crosby's who just beat the shit out of their kids for not playing the piano right, and those grounds for beatings are broken. Child Services come in. How is a government organization competent enough to say when or when-not to take a kid from a parent's custody? Our government is a shamble! That's bullshit to come in and regulate something you have no knowledge of. What about those kids who weren't beaten profusely; the ones that deserved the spanking because of bad behavior; the parents who were setting boundaries with the grounds that you misbehave, you get a spanking? You take the kid away, and right there - it completely defeats any type of security the parent might have established earlier on. Without feeling secure, other things go, like caring, a false sense of humanity...sure, what you did was best for them, you thought, Child Services, but you just destroyed a good portion of that kid's mentality. And, defeating one thing wipes out others. Security is gone, care, which has eliminated patience, quality, good temperament...their world is askew. They think, at any moment, my kids could be taken away, eliminating spankings or bounds for their kids, thus establishing that if a kid is without strong, moral guidance, that kid will more and more be less of a good parent themselves. Thus, an art of patience. Patience can be part of Quality in a sense. So, when it comes to the author of my book I'm reading thinking Quality should be a realism, then yes, I'd have to agree. We all take a sort of Quality in something, for instance, I take care in writing these little brain mumblings - I look for facts, I do research, then, I sit and rest, and think. Boom, a blog! I also have a Quality in life. I'll get really pissed off, and, in the heat of the moment, I might say something or just act nuts, and won't care what I say or do. After I've cooled down, I might start thinking why I acted the way I did, how my environment interacted with the proceedings, and what to change next time. It comforts me, that's why, it's best for me to just sit in seclusion and think to myself, how could I better an experience like that next time. I view that as a sort of Quality. I care to do and be better. It's in these moments that I'm thinking, that people say I look depressed or angry. My mind is just racing through things, pushing back emotions, and care, to delve deeper for answers. Maybe in a span of a life-time, I'll find answers and construct my own theories and hypotheses, but for now, I guess a more sensitive, personal request from myself to you would be to keep reading and returning to this site.