Popular lament for children, and, God knows, teenagers. But lately? Most everyone.
All my children were born in October. Oldest at the end. Middle in the middle. Baby at the beginning.
And let me just tell you that the Oldest did NOT like that at all. Being the oldest and having the LAST birthday? Are you kidding???
So sorry my reproductive system didn't take that into consideration.
Then there's Christmas when everyone HAD TO HAVE the same number of presents. Never mind that perhaps one present was fifty dollars while another one was twenty.
Oh, hell no.
Never mind all that.
sigh
Younger people do not have the werewithal to translate these instances into a mature episode. They have been disappointed beyond all measure because things are not equal.
Guess what, buttercup?
They're NOT equal. They will never BE equal.
If life were fair, we'd all live happily to be a ripe old age with the mate and/or children of our dreams. We'd have the perfect job. Be the perfect size. Be paid commiserate to our position.
But it's NOT fair.
I've seen people at jobs who can't count change back to a customer. I've worked with people who don't care to take on any responsibility because they "get paid by the hour". Making blanket rules and statements, punishing many while not dealing with the few, is horseshit. Yet, it continues.
I've been shot down while others have been praised for exactly the same thing. I've seen people lose relatives and close friends at too young an age. I've tasted tragedy too many times to count. I've gone without.
We all have.
Life isn't fair. You don't get to bitch and whine and moan about the complete unfairness of life in general.
No.
But you can work on changing what you're able to change.
What's the difference between a homeless person with a job and one without? Drive. I've seen teenagers live out of their cars. I've known of some who walk miles to work every damn day. So having a meltdown because you don't have a car and life isn't fair because how can you do so much with so little???
Shut it.
Help yourself.
Make an effort.
I wanted to pop on here and bitch about the Warriors' referees last night. Funny thing about their winning home record when those exact three referees are working the floor.
But guess what?
It doesn't matter. That's past. We're moving on. Nothing can be changed there, but I guarantee we're going to hand them their own ass Saturday night.
Be good.
Do good.
And let the whiners worry about what's fair and what's not.
It's simply not worth it.
*******
All my children were born in October. Oldest at the end. Middle in the middle. Baby at the beginning.
And let me just tell you that the Oldest did NOT like that at all. Being the oldest and having the LAST birthday? Are you kidding???
So sorry my reproductive system didn't take that into consideration.
Then there's Christmas when everyone HAD TO HAVE the same number of presents. Never mind that perhaps one present was fifty dollars while another one was twenty.
Oh, hell no.
Never mind all that.
sigh
Younger people do not have the werewithal to translate these instances into a mature episode. They have been disappointed beyond all measure because things are not equal.
Guess what, buttercup?
They're NOT equal. They will never BE equal.
If life were fair, we'd all live happily to be a ripe old age with the mate and/or children of our dreams. We'd have the perfect job. Be the perfect size. Be paid commiserate to our position.
But it's NOT fair.
I've seen people at jobs who can't count change back to a customer. I've worked with people who don't care to take on any responsibility because they "get paid by the hour". Making blanket rules and statements, punishing many while not dealing with the few, is horseshit. Yet, it continues.
I've been shot down while others have been praised for exactly the same thing. I've seen people lose relatives and close friends at too young an age. I've tasted tragedy too many times to count. I've gone without.
We all have.
Life isn't fair. You don't get to bitch and whine and moan about the complete unfairness of life in general.
No.
But you can work on changing what you're able to change.
What's the difference between a homeless person with a job and one without? Drive. I've seen teenagers live out of their cars. I've known of some who walk miles to work every damn day. So having a meltdown because you don't have a car and life isn't fair because how can you do so much with so little???
Shut it.
Help yourself.
Make an effort.
I wanted to pop on here and bitch about the Warriors' referees last night. Funny thing about their winning home record when those exact three referees are working the floor.
But guess what?
It doesn't matter. That's past. We're moving on. Nothing can be changed there, but I guarantee we're going to hand them their own ass Saturday night.
Be good.
Do good.
And let the whiners worry about what's fair and what's not.
It's simply not worth it.
*******
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