I have to vent!
There’s a lot I don’t like about humans and people as a whole. Like their greed, selfishness, insecurities, weakness, blame game, dishonesty, justification, belief systems and utter endless bullshit.
Here’s a scenario: I’m sitting down with two of my coworkers (Y and C) who I both truly adore when they aren’t being catty, jealous or judging others (including myself). We are having a pleasant time spilling our happiness into Screwdrivers and Sex on the Beach drinks taking the night in supporting one of their boyfriend’s live Rock Band gigs when this coworker Y starts venting to us about another coworker (who thankfully wasn’t with us at the time and who I really like despite her reputation of being an airhead). What gets me exactly is she doesn’t grasp the real point of what she should be making underneath it all.
Her blurts are simple. So simple she can’t see the truth behind it. She says, “This gal J is always late for work. I don’t understand why. Then when she comes into work she says she’s tired. But what is she tired of? What could this young twenty-something year old girl be tired of? When her own mothers watches her son when she’s at work. So what does she do when she’s not at work? I’m sure nothing.”
Rather than Y say, “I’m jealous because I have two jobs because I want to be a supermom and allow all my three children and a grandson to take full advantage of me until I die. I’m envious because she can actually have downtime and do whatever she wants rather than take some responsibility for coming into work late” she rather mention the above.
And I can’t respect people with their character being all out of, well, character. It’s not J’s fault that she doesn’t need to work two full-time jobs and have zero days off. It’s also awesome that she didn’t choose to pop out three children who will suck her nipples until they fall off for dear life leaving her body frigid, bitter and cold. So who’s the smarter one? I only hear one of them talking about the other.
Scenario two: My friend gets into a car accident for lord knows probably the tenth time and chooses to pity himself a pyramid of sudden death to a material attachment. Yet he wants me to get in on the pity party.
But why? When one: You only need one person to pity? Yourself! Two: Why empathize if evidently he drives carelessly with complete zero fucks given? Third: Why hasn’t he learn the lesson of giving EXTRA fucks when being behind the wheel (because fuck the car that just got trashed by your own doing!) but because you refuse to appreciate your life to begin with?
But placing the blame outside himself has always been the name of his game because it wasn’t his fault. I like to believe being honest however is a much better claim to being in control of your own life. I’m afraid people think the opposite.
Scenario three: FUCK THIS! You get the point!