What happened?

Have you ever just found yourself suddenly asking the universe the ultimate burning question: How did I get here? 

What I mean is, you just wake up one day, or it just randomly occurs to you:  What friggin happened?  How did I get myself into this situation?

Hubby was asked/hired to do some repair work at a fast-food chain.  He was then asked/told to delay his work until later in the day, beyondn the busiest hours of the morning.  He was then asked/required to leave and come back to do the work OVERNIGHT due to the excessive noise that the necessary jackhammer would produce.

So, at 2 am, when he was tiling the floor of some dirty downtown food chain, and some drunk guy came out of the bathroom and stepped on the newly laid wet tiles, he must have been asking himself:  How did I get here?  What the eff is happening?  How did I get myself into this?


Or when he was hallucinating on the drive home at 5am, he had to have been thinking: I had 2 options – yes, and no.  And I somehow picked the WRONG option.  Someone must have tricked me.  Someone must have talked me into this when I wasn’t paying attention.  How did this happen?


And even when he made a boatload of money, he still swore he’d never do it again.  Not for $5000 would he ever again stay up all night jack-hammering and tiling a restaurant floor.  No amount of money was enough to make it okay.  And he’s surely still wondering: How did I let that happen?


I’m sure most of us have been in such a situation. For example, have you ever found yourself sitting at your job wishing you were somewhere (or anywhere) else?  Or arguing with your mate about making an extreme impulsive purchase, like a motorcycle or a $400 purse.  Or stooping to pick up your neighbour’s dog’s shit, even though you offered to dog-sit. 

And when in a situation such as those, you just randomly get to thinking: How the HELL did this happen?  Where am I?  Why am I here?  Am I dreaming?  This CANNOT be real – I can’t have allowed it to get to this point.


Perhaps you’ve found yourself in an Ikea line-up with $700 worth of crap (and then at home putting it all together afterward).  Or maybe you bought your kid a set of drums.  Or you’re sitting with your banker trying to dig yourself out of years of over-indulgence. 

I bet you’re saying to yourself: I chose the wrong fork-prong in this effing road.  My choices seemed limited, but were they this limited?  What am I supposed to do in this situation – there really isn’t much to work with.  How do I END this madness? 


While it may seem overwhelming, at least take comfort in the fact that you are not the only one - you are not the only person who often wonders:  What – in this godforsaken world – has frigging happened?

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Thank-hugh

I heard on the radio this morning that investors were trying to "develop" the land surrounding the iconic HOLLYWOOD sign on the mountain peak overlooking the Los Angeles, California neighbourhood.  [Sidebar - whenever I name that state, I can't help but hear Schwarzenegger in my head... "Cally-forn-ee-a"]  

The group raising money to save the sign needed 12.5 million big ones to buy up the space around the landmark in order to prevent expensive homes from being constructed on top of, arguably, the most recognizable mountain peak in the US. 

Sure, it'd be a shame to block the view of the horizon by adding a bunch of homes or whatever.  And, as Ellen DeGeneres pointed out on her show today, why do we have to "develop" every last remaining speck of natural habitat?  Fair points. 

But that's not why they were trying to save it.  They were just worried about the set of giant letters that are the primary physical representation associated with the most superficial and fake neighbourhood in the entire United States of America - perhaps the world. 

So, as of yesterday, the do-gooders raising money to save the damn thing were just shy of the 12.5 million dollar mark.  But last night, someone (Hugh. friggin. Hefner.) stepped in at the last minute and donated the remaining $900,000 needed.  Woopdi-do, Basil. 

Ok, great, the sign will live on.  That's fine.  I'm good with that.  What I'm wondering is why anyone donated any money to this "cause" in the first place.  Priorities, people. 


And why is Hugh Hefner the idiot who saves the day?  If you were as rich as Hugh Hefner, to whom would you choose to donate your $900,000 in pocket change?  Does he even care about anything?  I doubted it, so I Googled him.  

According to Wikipedia, Hugh has supported: a) some cinematic arts; b) that controversial autism campaign Jenny McCarthy was running; and, c) the First Amendment (ie, freedom of speech).  

Those are some pretty rockin philanthropic contributions.  Way to support society, Hugh.  And now you can add "Hollywood sign" to the list.  Score.   


Search for 'the peak has been saved' video clip on the Ellen web page: 
Ellen show - Save the Peak