It Happens

Because I’ve seen plenty of this today, I feel the need to get on a little bit of a soapbox.   Pardon the rant. If there is one thing I’ve managed to figure out with a few years and a few miles (both of which are important) is that unless people are Grade A Choice assholes, they’re not out to fuck with you personally.  Also, the universe is not ever going to align in such a way that you’re the only person in the world that’s being screwed with.  That’s a perception that some people (and Lord have I been one of them) formulate in their head when they’re looking outside of themselves for fault.  Can’t possibly be ME, right?

Well, yeah, it can.  Trust me on this one.  If you’re standing there with no friends, no job, no life, and no prospects, and you wonder why these particular things keep happening to YOU, there’s a reason: It’s you.  So we’re clear, it has also been me.  I was an angry young guy with his head planted firmly up his own ass, something most of my very long time friends (and some ex girlfriends from back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth) will happily confirm.

So what do you do when you’re the turd in the punchbowl?  Well, first you have to admit to yourself you’re the turd in the punchbowl, and some of us just don’t want to do that.  There are excuses, or justifications, or just plain defiant refusal.  I know, I didn’t get it either, and I fit firmly in that third category.  I’m a Roley, which is apparently from the Latin for ‘head made of solid granite’. I’m a stubborn cuss when I DON’T apply myself, imagine what happens when I do.

This is something that you just have to get on your own.  Some of us come to it sooner than others, and they’re the ones I wanted to strangle back then. All I can tell you is that if those people didn’t care, they wouldn’t be wasting their breath on you in the first place.  They’d be gone, and you’d be standing there trying to blame the Illuminati for ruining that as well.

Shit does happen, shit has happened, and shit will happen.  What separates us is how we deal with it.  Quit assigning it to a global shitspiracy, grab a mop and clean it up.

Roley

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