This is a rant about the serious decline of society...
I live by what I think is a basic rule: Treat others how I want to be treated. Easy and simple. Or so I thought.
I was grocery shopping last night and when I came out to my truck I found the passenger door was severely dented and scratched by the asshole in the van parked next to me. Based on the severity of the damage it wasn't a simple opening of their door and hitting mine, it's not a case of the wind catching the door and making contact with mine. This was a blatant opening of their door and smashing it into mine. They couldn't be bothered to leave a note or anything. I wrote down their license plate number and went into the store to have them paged. No one showed up. I sat in the parking lot for 3 hours waiting for them, no one showed up. I called J to come with my camera so I could take pictures of the damage to our truck and the paint transfer on their door.
I don't understand why someone would do that and not leave a note. If I did that, I would at least leave a note with my info or wait for the owner of the vehicle to come out so I could apologize and exchange info. I would feel horribly guilty if I didn't and I couldn't live with myself afterwards.
I work extremely hard for the things I have and I don't have much. What I do have, I take pride in. It makes me so angry when someone damages or steals my possessions.
Speaking of stealing... I put my smoke down outside like I always do if someone comes to the store. I served them and went back outside and in the span of a minute some fucking ass monkey stole my smoke. I saw a few punks walk past and I guess they just couldn't help themselves.
I've lost all faith I had in people. There are good people out there but there are just too few of them to combat the fucking inconsiderate assholes. Where are these peoples morales? Why are there so many of them?
I'm done. Fuck my rule. I have spent the majority of my life treating everyone I meet with respect and respecting their hard earned possessions. If no one wants to do the same, then fuck 'em.
If you can't beat 'em... join em.
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I understand. It's been very, very difficult for me to work and acquire things as well. Things that are just plain hard or uninspiring for others are really such enormous challenges for me, too. I have had no choice but to find unconventional and creative ways of getting by. Still... for the amount of effort things take for me, I feel like I really don't have much compared to what the same efforts would get me if I didn't have all these problems weighing me down. There is so much about this that is just so very unfair. I think it's normal to be angry about it. For me, I am mostly angry with my father. I didn't do this to myself. He did it. He is the criminal. He robbed from me and now I labor with a boulder on my back. I hate him for what he has caused.
I found your blog tonight and am very thankful for having done so. I am a survivor myself. I've been internally suffering for 3 years now. That is how long it's been since I was raped. I've finally opened up to the idea of therapy and talking about what happened. I have been so afraid of feeling the pain associated with rape and have felt such shame and guilt that I have also felt very much alone in this journey. Reading your blog, along with others, I have found an enormous amount of strength. I have opened up my own blog and even began writing tonight. Thank you so much for your strength. If you are like me, than I know that there are good days but also bad days when you don't feel so strong. You should know that reading your blog has made me feel like I'm not alone. It has given me hope for recovery. Thank you for that.
for us beating them has made us stronger dont give up hope, it is worth fighting and saying no until they hear
It really is a shame that people just don't respect other peoples stuff. I still think it a good idea to treat others the way you want to be treated. Maybe it will catch on.
I want to share a poem that helps me when I feel the same way...
The world's out to...
When I got out of bed
and stubbed my toe,
that was the moment
I started to know,
The world's out to get me.
My toast was burnt,
my eggs were nuked,
When I sipped my coffee,
I almost puked.
I got stuck in traffic,
had to go to the loo,
and I felt like I was coming
down with the flu.
The world's out to get me.
I caught a big earful
from my grouchy old boss,
Then I ruined my sweater
with spaghetti sauce.
The world's out to get me.
I schlepped to the park
when my work day was done,
I felt like I weighed
an entire metric ton.
An old lady on a bench
said "Sit with me, dear.
There's plenty of room
for two of us here."
"The world's out to get me,"
I said with a sigh.
"My life's a big mess,
and I don't know why."
"Ah," she answered,
"I can tell from your voice
that it's time for you
to make life's biggest choice.
"I'm just an old lady
but there's one thing I know:
You have to spread love
wherever you go.
"You see,
everyone's scared,
everyone is alone,
and everyone's hurting
right down to the bone.
"Love is the medicine
that all of us need,
but it's in short supply,
very short, indeed.
"Do you know why that is?"
she put her hand on my sleeve,
"Because you first have to give
if you want to receive.
"Take time to listen,
take time to cry,
take time to love them,
give it a try.
"You'll soon discover
you can help people heal,
they'll be drawn to you, dear,
like a magnet to steel.
"Unhappy folks still haven't
learned this truth yet,
that God wants you to give,
before you can get."
As I rose from the bench
and kissed her frail hand,
I said "I think I finally
understand."
The world's out to love me,
I say every day,
'cause my life has changed
in a wonderful way.
I feed souls
starved for kindness,
and genuine love.
I pass it along
from the Source up above.
We're each a pure note
in God's heavenly song,
The world's out to love you...
Only God gave me full healing from all of my hurt and gave me true PEACE. I'm no longer disgusted when I see my attacker. God gave me an understanding. Please pray to God when you are hurting and ask Him to take the pain away, it really works!
I want to share a poem that helped me when i was feeling the same way:
The world's out to...
When I got out of bed
and stubbed my toe,
that was the moment
I started to know,
The world's out to get me.
My toast was burnt,
my eggs were nuked,
When I sipped my coffee,
I almost puked.
I got stuck in traffic,
had to go to the loo,
and I felt like I was coming
down with the flu.
The world's out to get me.
I caught a big earful
from my grouchy old boss,
Then I ruined my sweater
with spaghetti sauce.
The world's out to get me.
I schlepped to the park
when my work day was done,
I felt like I weighed
an entire metric ton.
An old lady on a bench
said "Sit with me, dear.
There's plenty of room
for two of us here."
"The world's out to get me,"
I said with a sigh.
"My life's a big mess,
and I don't know why."
"Ah," she answered,
"I can tell from your voice
that it's time for you
to make life's biggest choice.
"I'm just an old lady
but there's one thing I know:
You have to spread love
wherever you go.
"You see,
everyone's scared,
everyone is alone,
and everyone's hurting
right down to the bone.
"Love is the medicine
that all of us need,
but it's in short supply,
very short, indeed.
"Do you know why that is?"
she put her hand on my sleeve,
"Because you first have to give
if you want to receive.
"Take time to listen,
take time to cry,
take time to love them,
give it a try.
"You'll soon discover
you can help people heal,
they'll be drawn to you, dear,
like a magnet to steel.
"Unhappy folks still haven't
learned this truth yet,
that God wants you to give,
before you can get."
As I rose from the bench
and kissed her frail hand,
I said "I think I finally
understand."
The world's out to love me,
I say every day,
'cause my life has changed
in a wonderful way.
I feed souls
starved for kindness,
and genuine love.
I pass it along
from the Source up above.
We're each a pure note
in God's heavenly song,
The world's out to love you...
Only God gave me full healing and complete PEACE. He erased all the bad memories and i no longer feel any disgust when i see my attacker. Please, when you're hurting, talk to God tell Him all your hurts and ask for peace. I tried that and it really works!
I loved your poem. It touched my heart. I want to thank you n God bless
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