Hi Everyone,
You know because some people really piss me off, I have ZERO time for them in my life. To lessen the chances of people pissing me and others off in the future, I thought I would get this out of my system. Blogging is a great sanity saver. This blog is the first of two parts. If you don’t like this blog, don’t bother reading the next. I am serious. While I am at it, a lot of people probably won’t like today’s blog either. This is what I mean.
If the above sentences rubbed you the wrong way, offended you in some (small or large) way or better yet pissed you off, then you, in my opinion, are a peach! I am serious. There are some people you can’t say anything to without hurting their feelings. Even a look can send them into an emotional tangent that they never seem to get out of because they can’t forget. This is because so many people are so flipping sensitive. Their egos bruise easily. When people are offended they tell everyone who does and doesn’t want to know, listen exactly what part of them is now bruised. Everything, even if it is nothing, is all about them, their feelings. Feelings, after all, affect our lives.
Peaches don’t like to be told what to do or how to do something. They are right, and the rest of the world is wrong. Even if their actions, based on what a society of 2.75 billion people or more, have been screaming wrongheadedness for decades peaches won’t listen. They are so sensitive that a raised voice has the voices in their heads defending them, their actions.
If they were seconds away from being hit by a speeding MACK truck and the only thing anyone could do to save their life was to yell at them, they would complain. Instead of saying, “Hey thanks for saving my life!” they would be screaming things like, “Don’t yell at me, I know what I am doing!” or, “Did you hear the way they yelled at me?” And then of course someone would eventually agree with them. This is not always because they wanted to shut them up. It could be because they too are a peach.
For some reason, peaches like to hang on to the same branch of thought, never branching out of their comfort zone. Even if their comfort zone is creating them and those around them a great deal of discomfort, peaches hang on to that branch. It is almost like they would rather be hit by a speeding MACK truck then to have someone save their life.
Okay, so maybe my example with the MACK truck is a bit extreme. I think everyone who isn’t a peach, can agree that there are a growing number of people who bruise more easily and in more than one place at a time. Maybe you are one of them. Maybe you are ordinary, or worse, extraordinarily ordinary. And can’t, won’t leave your comfort zone. Maybe leaving your comfort zone would mean you would be inconvenienced. Or worse, the thought of leaving your comfort zone puts you in an emotional tangent that you allow to spiral out of control until it controls you. I don’t know because I don’t know who is going to read this, or any of my other blogs. What I do know is that I am not a peach. Neither is my daughter. She knew the difference of being yelled to, not yelled at. But a lot of people don’t. They are peaches. They bruise easily so no one yells to, or at them. This is what I mean.
Okay so I guess someone really wanted me to overhear their conversation. They spoke so loudly, I could have heard them across the room, with my bad ear. (And I really do have one.) Anyway…. According to them, they were given an opportunity that would have gotten them to where they wanted to go in half the time it actually took. They didn’t take the opportunity, which from as I understand the industry, was basically handed to them. Their reason for not taking the opportunity was because it had long hours and was too far, thereby, an inconvenience to them. What they may not have realized is that they also inconvenienced the people who offered them the opportunity to begin with. I may not all of the inner workings of the industry, but I understand nepotism. Even a half-witted five year could have figured that out!
I don’t know what the person across from them thought, (there was some serious flirting going on) but I know what I did. I, of course, thought they were an IDIOT! Not only is that person at least 8 years my junior, but they were always whining about what they were “working” towards. What were they thinking? Well, I guess they weren’t!
If I was given that opportunity I would have dove on it like a starving sea gull on a basket of fries! I am serious! I would have figured it out. Somehow, someway, I would have found a way to make it work And just like a SLEW of famous actors, comedians, musicians, writers, known and unknown self-made millionaires and billionaires, I would have sacrificed sleep to do it! . For anyone who doesn’t know, I was a struggling single mother. I have been figuring things out and going without sleep for decades. Figuring out how to exercise that great opportunity would not have strained my brain in the least. It would have been a walk in the parquet!
The reason is because that is how people get ahead and eventually noticed. If that person was my child I would have been embarrassed! Ashamed! Disgusted! And I would have yelled more at them, then to them! I am serious. Short-term pain for long-term gain only hurts the peach.
Okay well, that’s it for today. If some of you don’t read the next blog, or ever return to my blog again, don’t worry, I “get it”. You bruise easily. Just saying!
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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