Why me?


You ever meet/know someone whose life is in not so good shape and they continually ask “why me?”, like life has it out for them and only them? Like their choices and bad decision-making skills aren’t the reasons behind their current woes.

This is the point where my husband would call me mean and evil, because I feel no empathy for a person who deliberately lives their lives recklessly and then expects me to be understanding of why they think life is unfair. They’ve been dealt all the wrong cards in life, FOH! I say to that, stop doing stupid shit and stupid shit won’t be the outcome.

Cause and effect, it could not be more simpler, if you do drugs and your employer decides to practice due diligence and give a surprise drug test, don’t get mad at your employer. Be mad at yourself! If you decide you don’t feel like paying your electric bill because you want to “turn up” over the weekend, and in turn the electric company decides to cut your ish off, again don’t be mad at the electric company. Be mad at yourself!

If you’re in a relationship that’s dumb as shit, i.e., you all fight all the time, don’t be mad at your friends and family for not wanting to hear about the bullshit especially if you plan on taking him/her back. BE MAD AT YO SELF!

It’s absolutely mind-boggling that people choose to ignore these simple concepts…



6 thoughts on “Why me?

  1. I have a hard time not feeling sorry for people, but over the past few years, my patience has been tried. We all feel down about things that don’t go our way, but the world isn’t out to “get us”. And when a bad situation is someone’s own fault, well… then they’re less a victim of circumstance, and more of their own bad decisions. The other day, my dentist was telling me (he makes small-talk while working on patients’ teeth) about a former dental assistant of his. They wanted more money, but kept showing up late or not at all. And when they did show up, they’d spend half their day on the phone with friends. Eventually they quit and then complained that they didn’t have a job. I’ve had friends like that, and they all seem to follow to same patterns of behavior. One such friend wanted to take the GED exam. My husband and I offered to tutor them. For months, they’d sit, stare out the window, doodle, cry, complain that it was “too complicated”, anything but pay attention or study. And then they blamed us when they failed the exam repeatedly. Like I said, I have a tendency to feel sorry for people, but this particular type of person never wants solutions, and never learns from mistakes. And that’s what tries my patience: the fact that they don’t really want help/will waste the help you try to give them.

    1. I can’t feel sorry for people who are able to make things happen for themselves but choose to play the blame game. You and your husband are saints because I would’ve cursed that person thee hell out for wasting my time.

      1. I actually feel pretty stupid for feeling sorry for her ^.^’. But I think in that particular situation, another big problem was that many people in my social circle kept guilt-tripping me into helping her. Nowadays, I try to be more aware of that sort of coercion.

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