Defining Hassle

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.

·                                                         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!