From a (apparently brief) reader, Just Passing Through (JPT):
“Is it ever difficult riding your motorcycle with that chip on your shoulder?
You need to sign up for some anger management classes my friend.
You might think you’re letting off some steam with this blog, but I think it’s much more telling about your own personal problems.”
Oh goodness. Where to start…
JPT, let me start with a couple of assumptions. I have to assume you have limited knowledge and/or experience in the Law Enforcement field. Also, I’m going to assume you have not read all of my previous posts (based on your tag of JPT). Having no knowledge, or possibly experience, in your line of work, I would not feel comfortable making assumptions about you personally or your ability to do said job.
I am nothing if not professional during my contacts with the public. I take my job very seriously. However, without an outlet and regardless of what your opinion of that outlet is, this job can and will quickly suck you dry. So many of my fellow Officers and Fire Service Personnel have suffered personal tragedies (divorce, suicide, etc.) because they can’t or won’t communicate their frustrations, defeats, successes, and joys related to their job. It is a shame that so many good men and women have their souls wither, turn black, and die because they take this job home with them, but won’t share this job. I’m not sure if that makes sense to you or not. As I said, I take this job seriously, but not too seriously.
Police and Fire tend to have “gallows humor”. We have to in order to survive. Is it in poor taste? Is it inappropriate? Yeah, probably. Know what, though? It evens us out and lets us continue with our jobs serving people like yourself. People who don’t like us. People who think we are all ego-maniacal, arrogant, cynical fucks who were bullies in high school. I could go on, but I won’t. I don’t think I’m going to change your opinion of either me or my profession as a whole. But until you hear a grandmother scream as her dead grandchild is pulled from a pool or point a gun at a despondent teenager holding a .45 over his dead father’s body or go to more funerals in a year than weddings or births, you’ll forgive me if I tell you I don’t really care what you think about me.
That was my serious answer. My smart ass answer to your ‘Is it ever difficult riding your motorcycle with that chip on your shoulder’ question is “Hell no, it makes those right turns wicked tight!”
This blog is typically not a forum for me to have an ongoing discussion. This is not a conversation, but rather a way for me to yes, blow off steam, educate, entertain, and mostly amuse myself. I thought I’d make an exception in this case, though.