I’ve written about Evolution many a time, and I won’t do it today, except to say that there’s no way it’s true.
Everything around me gets more and more messed up, more broken, and more disorganized. I observe it every day. I never leave home with a mess and come home to a clean house. It never happens. I never make dinner and get the dishes dirty only to have them clean themselves overnight while I sleep.
When I go to turn things on, they don’t get more efficient, the flicker and go out, or sometimes burst into flames (like the garage door opener today…).
When I moved into my house, it was cherry. I mean, perfect. Now, there are holes all over the back yard, both garage door openers are broken, there’s a huge hole in the linoleum in my kitchen, my carpet is wearing through in several spots, the lights in my hall no longer come on ever since I replaced the switch in my bedroom (which is on a totally different breaker). The space heater I bought can’t be used anymore because the plug melted to the outlet and scorched the wallplate. There’s softball sized hole in the front of my house, started by a woodpecker and now occupied by a bunch of squirrels that scamper around in the attic and sound like the attack of the clicky-foot monster.
My checkbook is in a state of entropy, too. I don’t even know where the money goes. I have a detailed budget… all seems to make sense, but I just can’t get ahead. I’m making more than I ever have, but I’m just over broke. I can’t afford to fix anything that breaks. It’s Christmas, which means everyone has expectations on my checkbook to provide the perfect gift. I have to pay $250 to get the squirrels out of the attic. It’s too confined to get up there and bust a cap in their asses. I have a trip in less than two weeks to Philly, and I don’t have enough money to rent a car. I still don’t know what I’m going to do about that. Walk, I guess. That could get chilly.
My stress level is beyond ridiculous. My job is a constant freak-out, I have school starting up again in 3 weeks, and the money thing is a constant source of panic attacks.
Things don’t get better, they get worse. Evolution is bunk.