bitching
Today was the day, where I got to listen to a lot of people bitch about stuff.
Here is my minor insignificant take on that.
You are either in command of how you got where you are in life, or, you are a fucking victim.
This is a powerful position, IMHO.
Look at yourself, really, look at it, your life, the whole shebang. Is it really anyone else’s fault you are where you are? Is it Dad’s fault? ReaLLY? REALLY? Because at no point you didn’t notice what it was or what would happen because you were so innocent when it happened? My Dad totally BAILED when I was like 6. He and I are good friends. DO you know why? Because I am an awesome person and he is lucky to know me, that’s why.
Nobody is in charge of your life but you. If you think that someone else is, you are a crazy person. The nicest bit about life, is most other people do not care about you at all as a person, not even the slightest bit. To think otherwise is really fooling yourself.
I just got back from a wedding where I had to suffer through the pangs of anguish of listening to a bunch of people bitch about how crappy everything is. Don’t participate then. GOod lord, I don’t know how people continually get invited to things that they are just going to hate.
Digression!
Sorry.
I’m tired. It sucked today, for like a lot of reasons. But instead of letting that get to me, I volunteered my time clearing a local bike trail of debris, walked a mile home, and mowed the goddamned lawn, mended fences with the out of work Section 8 welfare neighbors, AND read my kids a story.
Stop bitching about how fucking hard life is. Every awesome thing I have in my life, I earned. Every shitty thing that happens to me, I probably deserve on some level. Welcome to existence.
Get the fuck over it.
