Sometimes the people I come in contact with during the course of the day make me wonder just what the world dishes out to those people. If you’ve read many of my posts on BlogFeast, you know that the world has not always served me the tastiest dishes – not by a long shot. But, somehow, I think I’ve managed to keep a certain equilibrium. Those who know me best, or spend the most time with me, will have to be the real judges of that.
I’ve worked with lots of people, women and children, who haven’t been served the best of fares, as well, and all those people seem to show a fairly even face and temperament to the world at large. At least, for the most part. We all have our bad days when we don’t show the world our best side.
But then you run into the person who never shows the world a good side. The person who is constantly arguing, criticizing and carping. That person is always right and the people around them are always wrong. That person always wants to be in control. No one else is smart enough, informed enough, organized enough - whatever enough, to handle even the smallest of tasks or have even the simplest of opinions.
What has the world done to people like this? Just how far down have they been beaten that they are constantly fighting back – even when they haven’t been struck a blow?
Yet, I also wonder what is missing in people like this? Why can’t they see that their behavior causes the world to continue to beat them down? Why can’t they learn that a different sort of behavior would create a different sort of reaction from the world? Why do they have to keep beating their heads against those same brick walls?
Frankly, this brick wall is getting sick of it and I’m about to rain down on one particular idiot the next time she tries to beat her head against me. Wish me patience, folks. Mine is wearing thin.







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