Today's lesson boys and girls has to do with taking responsibility for your actions. I know that many have lost sight to that. Its so much easier to point a finger and pretend that you have no mark to be left on this God forsaken planet. It's always some other schmuck's fault. I on the other hand am too busy fucking up, trying to live my life, take care of my family and hold down a decent career to scheme up who did me wrong or who I thought went out of their way to make my job harder. I have perpetually had people in my life be it acquaintances or close individuals who insist on pointing the finger. Maybe that's what makes me so crabby. Maybe it's a full moon and even it's doing its damnest to blame me for something.
Okay. This is my confessional or as I would like to call it my finest hour of humility. Try this sometime; I find it to be quite liberating:
- Even though I was driving like a maniac to get to a friends house, the guy that tried to side-swipe my car had every right to be pissed at me as I was flipping him off with BOTH fingers.
- Even though I worked for half an hour on a project yesterday, it's more fun for me to blame the dick who completely redid it just because I am insecure with how well I perform at work.
- Even though I work with a bunch of lazy, useless excrements, I could spend more time just ignoring them than feeding their lackadaisical ways.
- Even though my boss accuses my emotions of being like a roller coaster, he needs to take the ever-loving Prosac just to keep an even keel demeanor.
When you admit your role in society and are honest about it, it feels good to know that you don't wear a crown and screw up and go out of your way to make another person's life a little harder. I like to call this my own form of karma.
1 comment:
With that much crab you could make a salad.
Confessions are so freeing, aren't they? Good for you. It almost makes me want to confess a few things myself.
Almost.
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