Okay, about that last question...

What prompted me to ask that was being muted on the DirectConnect.
See, yesterday Eric was in a pickup with Da Bosses son and I was yakking to him while they were driving home.
I was behaving. I wasn't being foul, or anything, but I did mention, during a part about the old fart Pops who 'stands around staring at air and gets paid for it, as opposed to actually working', something along the lines of "Yeah...and I'm the one who needed to be micro-managed...right." I said right out that I want to go to this other dairy farm near here and see about a job because I miss milking and cows and farming, blah blah blah...Cool little conversation for Bob to have heard.
Well...he didn't.
Thirty minutes into this, Eric says "Well, I'm gonna go because we're almost home and my ear hurts."
Me: "How can using DirectConnect hurt yer ear? I wasn't screaming..."
Eric: "Oh, well, I have it on mute and I'm using it like a phone..."
Me: "Sooo, Bob ain't heard word one, huh? Wunnerful...you dope. What? You think I've gotta big mouth or something, here?"
Eric: Much giggling and choking: "You got it!"
Me: "Siiiigh..."

Now, I mean, damn man. I have that much sense, for crying out loud. If I want to say something....not nice...I always ask him if he's alone first. I learned that from Wally. I always wanted to know, with him, who else was hearing me. If he was alone, it was much easier to be forthcoming about shit. Besides, if I want the 'farm psycho' to hear me call him a stupid, useless, calf murderin' fuckhead, I'll tell him myself.
I learned to be careful when I say shit (which for some odd reason makes me think of hunters knowing where the shots gonna go if they miss...lol) and I guess Eric learned to 'put her on mute' from Wal.
Cute.
Anyhow...it's mostly guys, and now one old(er) man in particular who is being 'protected' from my mouth...even though it's readily admitted that what I'm (bitching? being vociferous?) about is usually correct and so am I. This guy is the latest one I asked the immortal "Who is the asshole..." question of. It was, in fact, him...of course.
(And, I was right. The parlor design is stupid, dangerous and very, very bad for the cows and humans....)

Anyway...I just want to know what's so bad about a big mouth, especially when the word 'big' is some boneheads substitute for 'honest'. I don't stand on top of silos shrieking...I just tell the truth. Bluntly.
Ya know...I've been told there is such a thing as 'loving too much'. Is there? And, is there any such thing as 'too honest'?
These are two of the biggest things my entire life/personality/being are made up of. Loving the living shit outta one person forever and not pulling punches, or pussyfootin' around. (Who has the time for that shit?)
I think being told how 'wrong' and 'bad' these things are is what gave me to depression, pink-slip included. I'm certain it didn't help.
Anyway...other thoughts, other perspectives are welcomed (wanted). I love the truth, straight out. Ya don't hafta be mean about it...I'm not (usually) and this isn't a cussing contest or anything...lol...but being P.C. is a huge pain in the ass, a waste of precious time and stupid. So...tell me...what do you guys think?

Update: Here's a doctor's opinion...lol. (Thanks, Buzz!)

Posted by: Stevie at 05:00 AM

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