Promises, promises

I have a lot of current promises that I have made in my life, I have an ongoing promise to pay the landlord of the home I rent every month, in UK law that is an assured shorthold tenancy, it means at any time I can give 1 month notice to quit, or the landlord can give 2 months notice to quit, even if the rent is paid and all terms of the lease are kept… I also have a business lease of a business / industrial unit, those leases are slightly different, they typically run 3/5/6/8/9 years, unless there is a break clause you sign up for the full term, and if you comply with all the terms and pay the rent you can stay as long as you like, the landlord can’t give you notice to quit, but they are both basically promises to make regular payments in exchange for something of value.

I have a promise to keep my vehicles safe and legal and insured, I have a promise to drive and operate them safely, I have various promises to pay for utilities, of course I also make various other promises, to obey the law, to not dump waste motor oil in the street, the list goes on.

Not all promises are a form of credit, at work the electricity is provided and then I pay every set period whatever the meter reading says, but the rent is paid in advance, the important point is they are all promises, I ***WILL*** do this thing.

A lot of my promises are covered by contract law, somewhere there is a piece of paper with my signature on it, and sometimes this is itself overly complex, a business lease *can* run to 50 or 60 pages, to me it is bollocks, I’m paying because ***I*** said I would, not because the terms in some contract make it so that I am legally liable, but I realise that that is a strictly personal viewpoint, and unless you know me personally that and a buck will buy you a coffee.

The important takeaway here is that you can have a pretty good stab at defining >95% of what I do by listing all the various promises I make, and >95% of what I am by how well I keep them.

Think on that for a minute.

Typically as a human male much / many / most (YMMV) of my interactions with the “fairer “sex is in reality nothing more than them attempting to induce me to take on a whole new set of promises, with a heavy dose of the shaming if I falter at the jump, a real man would have leapt proudly into the chasm…

Much of the schism is modern life can be attributed to promises, sure, I’ll promise to marry you and go out and earn money, but it’s the flipside that is gone, the thing you got in exchange for your promise, the house cleaned, a cooked meal on the table, and sex on demand.

The coloured text above, I trust you really did stop and think about that for a bit, well, the coloured text is why I am reluctant to make promises, and always have been, because there is a real and finite limit to the amount of promising I can do in my life, provided I aim to keep them.

If I don’t and my word ain’t worth shit then sure, I can make a million of them and every promise I make from then on until I die is worthless.

But if >95% of what I do and what I am is defined by promises, the inverse has to be true too, if you know someone who broke a promise then you can define >95% of what they do and what they are, and yes, that is some harsh shit, but lets be fair, a lifetime cock count of 3 or less is some harsh shit to define a wimminz with too.

Just because it is some harsh shit doesn’t make it wrong though.

My young life as a child contained a lot of do not do this because it is BAD, and the scale and scope of the bad was nebulous and beyond my comprehension, but the folks took it seriously enough and said it often enough that even though you had no idea what that unseen thing was, you knew it was BAAD, real fucking BAAAD… uncomfortable to even think about it BAAAAD.

Concepts that I could sort of grasp were associated with these BAD things, sort of grasp, but even so they were as scary as fuck, things like “No son of mine” and being “disowned” and being “kicked out and sent to the orphanage” so the BAD things in question were much worse than this, because this was just the immediate cost of doing them.

Today in 2018 promises are treated as either some quaint anachronistic victorian crap, or something that are a sign that your lawyers weren’t smart enough to get you out of on a technicality.

We could, and we do, and I do here, go on about all sorts of decline in society and the economy and suchlike, but somewhere in every single piece of that is the missing concept of the promise.

*****YOU**** read this blog because there is an unspoken promise that whatever is said here is said fairly honestly and openly in stream of consciousness fashion, an unspoken promise it’s not some bait and switch to get your eyeballs on a sponsored ad, an unspoken promise that the author isn’t going to use anything you say or read against you.

Just about every mammal on the planet has some innate concept of “fair” but two monkeys in a cage, give one a subdermal RFID chip, put in a switch that dispenses peanuts, program it so that it takes switch activation and proximity of the chip to dispense, you’ll see what happens… the concept of fair will be revealed…  then change the rules, so it takes switch activation and no proximity of the chip, and you’ll see what happens.. the concept of a broken promise will be revealed.

Women and men as creatures had many flaws, but for all their flaws they were a thing, and in the majority of cases you could be assured that the thing would stay being the thing.

WHATEVER is behind it, from Bernaise and his “torches of freedom” women smoking protest to legalise women smoking in the states back in the day, right up to today and mansplaining and meetoooo and all the other shit, wimminz were the ones targeted first and foremost to become creatures whose promises were worthless, because that was a great way to socially engineer men.

At that point it doesn’t really matter if the only motive behind it all was to make men buy Marlboro smokes, all that matters is you attacked the very foundation of what homo sapiens was, and so (Bernaise again) propaganda was rebranded as public relations, and next thing you know wimminz are convinced they need an audi convertible and it doesn’t matter who gets thrown under the bus or what promises are broken along the way.

Release the memo doesn’t mean shit, because “How do you tell if a politician is lying?” – “their lips move” the fact is no matter what the content, it isn’t going to bring back trust in them, no politician alive today has kept their promises.

OH, but they CANNOT, they WANT to, but they CANNOT, so IT’S NOT THEIR FAULT.

Well, fuck you and the horse you rode in on, it’s up to each individual to not make promises that they can’t keep, if you’re not logically and morally convinced that short of a major national catastrophe you can keep it, DO NOT FUCKING MAKE IT.

Nor are you allowed to engineer a set of circumstances where you can get out of it, sorry, war with the norks and putin hacked siri, all bets are off.

As alluded to in yesterday’s post, the state used to make a promise that sooner or later they would catch a burglar, and they would deal with them, and protect society from them, and in exchange individuals had no excuse and no reason to go all vigilante and break their own promise to society to be all peaceable like…

95% of what you are and what you do applies to everyone and everything, no exceptions, be it the po-po or trump or clinton or climate change “scientists” or anything else, and it’s a one way street, you can be 55 and never have a black mark from the last 30 years except for that one bad thing you did 30 years ago, and I will never forget that bad thing you did 30 years ago.

Sure, the last 30 years of blemish free existence means something, it does, I will not deny that, but what it means is you’re maybe 50% of the way back to what you were before you did that thing 30 years ago, if you just shrug and accept that judgement for what it is and deal with it, OK, I got some time for you, anything else I got none, because you’re just pissed off with the consequences of your misdeed, you don’t actually think you did wrong…. you’re just trying to to get any kind of finance so you can drive the car you want despite your bad credit because you defaulted on something way back.

Cry me a fucking river, NOBODY has a worse credit rating than me, getting on for 60 and never even HAD credit in the first fucking place, how do you think all your excuses about needing a car and this high interest liar loan is the only way for you and it’s not your fault if only people would wipe the slate clean and give you yet another chance sound to people like me?

Though I say so myself, I am one INTELLIGENT motherfucker, but the fact is I am not smart enough to partake in all that shit and keep it straight and keep it flying, I know that…. how do YOU expect a different result to the one I might expect?

You WANTING or NEEDING some shit RIGHT NOW doesn’t change that calculation any in your favour, it just loads the dice even more against you.

What fucks me and others off is WHEN that shit comes to pass, THEN you want to socialise and amortise your personal losses with me, like I was in any way party to your promises that you broke.

Fuck you. I *promise* not to take it up the ass without resisting.