The amount of anger I have right now can never be expressed enough, so much anger that it has spilled into the Gods themselves and they are so over-flowed with it that it has spilled over in the the next tier of Gods which only feel confusion.
I went to Avalon Beach in New Jersey yesterday, looking forward to spending a day in the sun, swimming, reading, tanning, relaxing, and eating some fried clam strips. I got there around 8:30 am went to the southern most beach, parked and unloaded my stuff, I then proceed to find a cozy spot to lay all my things out and prepare for a glorious day. First thing I do is go to the water and check the temperature, it's piss warm, I immediately go back to my stuff put on some sun screen and head out into the water. Amazing! It was so warm. After swimming for about an hour I went back to my chair and lay out a bit and read.
More people started coming out and laying there things about. It wasn't nearly as busy as I thought it would be. After some time I go back into the water, then something happens.... I hear a whistle. It was a lifeguard. Not doing anything wrong I continue my enjoyment. Then I hear another whistle and notice there is a lifeguard standing parallel to me and the beach. He starts waving at me. "What am I doing wrong?" I think to myself. I start my way out of the water and walk over to him.
"What's up?" I say
"You can't swim here" say's the lifeguard wearing giant gucci sunglasses.
"Why?" I ask in a fit of confusion.
"You need to be in front of the lifeguard bench." He says.
"I am" I reply.
"No, you need to be IN FRONT of it, you're off to the side"
"I've never heard of such a rule before in my life"
"Well that's how we do it here"
"What about that guy fishing down there? I ask, pointing the fisherman about 70 feet away in chest high water.
"He's following the rules, if you have a fishing rod we don't have any responsibility over him."
"You don't have any responsibility over me either." I reply.
"If you're swimming I do." He says.
The argument continued for a few more minutes as I pointed out that I didn't want to swim with all the other people and wanted to be alone. That I was here an hour and a half before he arrived and was swimming where ever I felt like. That this whole fucking thing was bullshit and that I didn't need my hand held by someone that hasn't spent nearly as much time in the ocean as I have and is what looked like 10 years younger than me.
After the argument and not wanting to put up with this bullshit rule I immediately went back to my things packed up and left. I was and am so angry about this I have promised to never go back to New Jersey beaches during "lifeguard hours" 10am-5pm. This asinine law is a microcosm of a greater big brother, handle holding childishness that adults are forced to follow and conform to, which only makes me angrier.
The beaches I've been to in Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Maine, and California never had shit like this.
SO FUCKING INFURIATING!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!