Let’s all come to some sort of
understanding on what the term hassle means.
I found four varying definitions for the
word hassle
on dictionary.com.
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The first one is that it’s a dispute which
is disorderly.
·
The
second is: problem caused by pressures of time, money,
inconvenience, etc..
·
The
third definition is that a hassle is having to take time or make an effort of
some sort.
·
The
fourth is like the first. It means to dispute or
quarrel [whether it is orderly and civilized or disorderly].
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hassle?s=t
When I began to work on this web log, the
term hassle meant
only one thing: a situation that I don’t want to have to deal with. To
me, it means just that.
All four entries are one
which I recognize as a hassle: a situation that I just don’t want to deal with.
It’s irritating. Sometimes it's a sickening scenario that I never
want to even stumble into.
I am keen on avoiding getting into a
dispute, especially if it’s disorderly. The way I see it, just getting close to
someone who is quarrelsome, is a drain.
If you dispute with a such a person, you’re looking for trouble
Such a situation cannot help but escalate
into something worse.
You’re likely to lose no matter how much
in the right you are.
Located only a few yards away from the law
firm’s building where I work - is the County Jail.
Disturbing the peace is an offense
that can provoke a police officer to arrest you.
And you’ll be wasting in that decrepit
environment. You will rely on the good graces of correctional
officers - to give you permission to go to the rest room.
The second day I was on the job where I
work, I went there. It was a field trip hosted by one of our former
defense attorneys and one of our office trainers.
The building itself is disgusting and
decrepit. Inside, where the prisoners were, it was a scene from
Dante’s Inferno.
The inmates looked haggard, exhausted,
depressed; they were already in hell.
It was a depressing, grim scene.
Today is January 2, 2016, and nightfall
comes in about two and a half hours from
now in Miami, Florida. Two nights ago, it was New Year’s Eve.
Last night on the eleven o’clock news, I
learned that there were two babies born yesterday.
Congratulations to the proud parents are
in order and I salute them.
The newscaster also reported that two
persons died on New Year’s Eve. Also, one man was arrested for being a
Peeping Tom.
Closed circuit video cameras in the area
captured him in the act.
Of the two who died, a man’s corpse
surfaced in a canal yesterday. He had left a supper club where he
celebrated New Year’s Eve.
The second fatality reported was of an
eighteen year old girl. She celebrated New Year at her parents’
home. Later that night she left with some friends, one of whom was doing
all the driving.
On the way home, the car was driven fast
by one of the friends. They crashed into an area with poor visibility and the
girl died on impact immediately.
Two friends are now in the hospital. One
of them is in critical condition.
Had she stayed home, she’d likely be
alive right now.
And she would be heading back on an
airplane tomorrow to college in California.
The Peeping Tom masturbated
on the hidden camera as he looked inside a woman's house.
A window was full of broken glass chards because he smashed the
pane.
One of the charges was that of destroyed
property.
Another was breaking and entering another
person's private property. The prosecutor now has all the admissible evidence
he needs.
Since
the offender was in the premises illegally, uninvited, and because the camera
was inside a residential private property, the owner was under no obligation to
post any notification sign that there were cameras.
Had he stayed out of trouble, he’d be home
right now. It is possible that he would now be looking at
pornographic pictures of naked women.
Perhaps he’d even be in bed with a someone
who sought a sex buddy online. There are countless websites and sexual
dating sites all over the world wide web.
Now instead of enjoying himself, he’s in
jail waiting for a bail bondsmen to spring him free.
But then he has to be on his best behavior
and go to trial later on.
He'd also be low on money for his own
needs because those bail bonds cost thousands of dollars.
Either that or he would be in deep debt.
He has to get himself a criminal defense
lawyer. He left a pattern. There are several women accusing him of the
same offense.
Getting charges dropped will be
quite a challenge for this defendant’s attorney to achieve. Also, that
video tape will make victory difficult.
If the women accusing him were the only worry, it would be easier for his
lawyer to get him off.
And let’s say he’s sentenced to a few
years in jail.
When he’s let out, his nightmare will come
along with him.
He’ll have to register as a sexual
offender. And because he will be labeled as an released convicted inmate, the
law will strip him of many of his civil rights.
Moreover, in society’s eyes, he’ll be
perceived as a sh*t. No one will want him near. This is a high
price he’s having to pay. What a foolish thing to do.
Thinking wrong got these
persons into horrible trouble. Two of them are dead. Worse yet, these
incidents were avoidable.
And these don’t even scratch the surface.
There are hassles of every shape and color and the circumstances are countless.
Getting a finger pricked by a staple or
jabbed by the edge of a sheet of paper is a minimal hassle. You need only to
wash your hands, put on a dab of Neosporin and put on a bandaid for a few
hours.
If only every ordeal were that slight, what a wonderful world this would be.
I’m working on issues of my own now.
Last year, when things started getting
ugly for me, I often got panic attacks. I felt as if some jackboot was pressing
down on my chest. My primary doctor ordered me hospitalized. I spent
twenty four hours in the hospital.
My primary physician authorized my discharge the next day for I had passed
the stress test.
How I hate hassles! How I love helping
people avoid them!
