Back to one

It will just be me for awhile. I won’t have guest bloggers or promote authors this year. I also won’t schedule any posts or respin old ones, so this website may get a bit boring. I also won’t reblog as much this year due to time.

I’m back to realtime blogging, back to the way this blog began. Just with more breaks because I’m old and tired. And grumpy.


-Opinionated Man




I love how commercials always have the most helpful customer service reps on them. I work in the customer service industry and have in some form since I was 16 and got my first job. One of the most frustrating things to encounter as a customer is to explain your desire and have the representative act like you just spoke a different language to them.

If you are lucky some other, more brilliant worker comes over after overhearing you and quickly helps… because your request was actually really simple.

If you are unlucky you are left with two workers, blinking like owls without the hoot, acting as confused as they possibly can while explaining why they can’t help you.

Commercials are false advertising.



I judge parents. I judge them all the time because I’m a parent and it is impossible to not compare.

I don’t always say my criticisms, but I am thinking them. Who here is really able to control that? I internally shake my head when you try and befriend your child instead of parenting them. I mumble to myself when you wonder why little Johnny is always getting hurt because you never use the word “NO” to your little angel. I judge your home, your actions, and your inaction. I am a parent and I can’t help but judge you by the standard I hold myself to.

People sometimes wonder if other parents or adults are criticizing them mentally while they struggle with their kids. We are. We all are. The ones that claim they don’t judge are only saying that because they don’t need to judge you anymore, they already have.

Have you ever seen a parent use the word “please” in a million different ways? Please means no, please means please, and please also means “I’m serious this time.”

Please… if you don’t get upstairs and do what I told you now! You’ll learn what please really means!

I’m glad I don’t have a son. I would have been incredibly hard on him because as a parent, I am here to parent. My kids can make friends at school. They can make friends with cool uncles, aunts, and grandparents.

I’m a father. I’m here to parent and not to be your best bud. I don’t use the word “please.” I tell them to do things because that’s what you have to do to be a real parent.

-Opinionated Man



They’ll see you as they see you. Or they won’t see you at all. You’ll always be them to them. You’ll never be us.

They say this and that because they believe this or that. Their world becomes more important than your world and they make you want it. They make you want in on being in and they bring the doubt again. Doubt on whether or not you matter. Doubt upon your doubt.

Where do all the people go that have no one to go with. Where does loneliness go for a friend? How much longer must we hear them talk. Why can’t they ever see us speak?