And now for something completely different...
No-one likes a whiner, a pisser, a moaner. I have managed to mould into this trait.
Something is wrong again, someone has done this to piss me off, work have told me I’m doing this or that, someone was rude to me, will I ever be happy….blah blah blah
Do you ever get tired of the confusion of life?
I’m bored of talking about the same topic, I’ll not write about what I see in the mirror today, just what I see out of the window.
My neighbour is selling more of his cars, his backyard is like a field. Whenever I’m in my room, if I look outside he is always there. Either chatting to a relative or cleaning up his garden. He never goes to work, he’s just there all day. My mum resents him for this, she has every right to I guess. She’s worked everyday of her life since she was 15, and this guy is out there dealing drugs and selling stolen vehicles. No-one on my street will rat him out though, everyone just sits there boiling beneath the surface. There is resentment towards this bloke, but also envy. He’s raking in the money and by the looks of it will be able to retire in about a month. He’s the type of person that wouldn’t think twice about taking a few bob from his own mother. People look at him and think “why should I try? I’m working 60 hours a week for jack shit!”. Some people believe in karma, heaven or whatever else that keeps them on the straight and narrow, but what if this is the only chance we get to make something? There are no guarantee of rewards for living a good life, and what rewards could they be? We are dead anyway!
Some people are just nice by nature and could never cross anyone, and a lot of people don’t even need to cross anyone to get what they want. Others though, have had choices to make. My Gran was offered the chance to move to Canada when she was in her 20’s, but she refused because she couldn’t leave her mother as she was ill. Her sister went instead and now lives on a 2 acre plot of land, and apparently it’s a damn sight better than Leeds or Bradford.
It’s too late for me to sell my soul to the devil, but if I ever had a kid, I’d teach them to be a lot stronger than me. They’d be watching Scarface from the age of 3. Seriously though, I would grind in to them to be a lot tougher than me, and tell them to be utterly ignorant of other peoples views. The mistake I think my parents made with me was to smother me too much, I was never grounded, I never had to do chores…instead they gave me early curfews and stopped me from venturing far outside. So I’ve always been closeted…naïve even.
Something is wrong again, someone has done this to piss me off, work have told me I’m doing this or that, someone was rude to me, will I ever be happy….blah blah blah
Do you ever get tired of the confusion of life?
I’m bored of talking about the same topic, I’ll not write about what I see in the mirror today, just what I see out of the window.
My neighbour is selling more of his cars, his backyard is like a field. Whenever I’m in my room, if I look outside he is always there. Either chatting to a relative or cleaning up his garden. He never goes to work, he’s just there all day. My mum resents him for this, she has every right to I guess. She’s worked everyday of her life since she was 15, and this guy is out there dealing drugs and selling stolen vehicles. No-one on my street will rat him out though, everyone just sits there boiling beneath the surface. There is resentment towards this bloke, but also envy. He’s raking in the money and by the looks of it will be able to retire in about a month. He’s the type of person that wouldn’t think twice about taking a few bob from his own mother. People look at him and think “why should I try? I’m working 60 hours a week for jack shit!”. Some people believe in karma, heaven or whatever else that keeps them on the straight and narrow, but what if this is the only chance we get to make something? There are no guarantee of rewards for living a good life, and what rewards could they be? We are dead anyway!
Some people are just nice by nature and could never cross anyone, and a lot of people don’t even need to cross anyone to get what they want. Others though, have had choices to make. My Gran was offered the chance to move to Canada when she was in her 20’s, but she refused because she couldn’t leave her mother as she was ill. Her sister went instead and now lives on a 2 acre plot of land, and apparently it’s a damn sight better than Leeds or Bradford.
It’s too late for me to sell my soul to the devil, but if I ever had a kid, I’d teach them to be a lot stronger than me. They’d be watching Scarface from the age of 3. Seriously though, I would grind in to them to be a lot tougher than me, and tell them to be utterly ignorant of other peoples views. The mistake I think my parents made with me was to smother me too much, I was never grounded, I never had to do chores…instead they gave me early curfews and stopped me from venturing far outside. So I’ve always been closeted…naïve even.
posted by A.Lee at 6:32 AM
1 Comments:
Alex,
You need to learn to step out of your box. Even if you have to make that journey alone. You will find how courageous you can be when you learn how to do this. It may take baby steps to do it but gradually it can become large leaps and after all this happens you will find yourself sitting and wondering why the hell did I not do this sooner.
good luck,
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