Two days ago when I first started to write about what was on my mind I was going to title it "Dear Fuckheads 2.0" because I was angry. Pissed and frustrated with extreme stupidity and downright meanness. But, I had time to calm down and allow the garbage to fade away from immediacy, I didn't allow it to couple together with other similar things, such as Drumph and his daily displays of buffoonery and bad drivers that seem to get in front of me all too often. In other words I let time give me another view and approach.
I think by now we all have had to deal with people in our lives that seem to have but one purpose, pissing us off, screwing with our lives or simply standing on our necks trying to choke us out while attempting to elevate themselves somehow. I will tell you that I simply do not understand these people anymore than I can understand why anyone would support Drumph. I truly don't get it. What would cause someone to act in a such a way? Is it a character flaw of some sort? Were they treated this way and they figured that's the way to do it? Did they fall and hit their heads on something hard? I don't know and don't care, most of the time. But I will admit it got to me a little this week, reminding me of a quote from the movie Hannibal
"People don't always tell you what they are thinking.
They just see to it that you don't advance in life."
This got me to thinking about how the world seems to work on some levels. We see it everyday, people that walk this world seemingly in constant conflict...fists together in the universal sign for butting heads. As if it only makes sense for them when there is chaos of one sort or another. Dripping poison into other peoples lives without regard of consequences or retribution, karmic or otherwise. I have to tell you, the idea of schadenfreude was probably born in the embers of this fire. Recently, one of these people in my life had some comeuppance visited upon them in their own work world, and while I generally let things go and move on with my life, I did do a little mental happy dance at the thought of his self inflicted misery. Hubris...it's a thing.
Drumph will soon see what this all means. Slowly, too slowly, even some of his enablers are seeing that the orange turd is full of shit from any angle you look at him. He is in constant combat mode. The dark arts of division, diversion, deflection and distraction lead him to point at the Democrats and Hillary for all sorts of "high" crimes, throw his own people under every bus around, lie about everything - "believe me" and, as Hitler and his goosestepping Nazi fucks did, find scapegoats for all the ills, real or not.
This douche bag is on a completely different level when it comes to the dark arts, in the hopes of hiding his own short comings and abject failures, he uses division and distraction as very real ways to point everyone else in another direction, in the hope that people won't notice that he stands there with no clothes on. And while his particular brand of idiocy requires medication to get through I think the everyday common type of bullshit we all deal with from time to time is what we should be wary of. It is more directly poisonous to us and certainly more widespread then we give credit for.
So. What do we do? Throat punch the lot of them? As appealing as that is I think the authorities might have an issue with that particular approach. I wish I knew what to say here. I'm as guilty as anyone for reacting badly, if justifiably so, in these scenarios. I admit I get my back up when I have to deal with a known fuckhead, it may very well be a natural response. I just wish I was a little better at letting this particular shit slide down the drain.
Perhaps understanding where the other person is coming from and what they have dealt with can open our eyes to other ways of dealing with as issue. We really don't know what the other person is going through, and while it doesn't excuse them for their bad behaviour maybe it helps in finding a way forward.
At this rate I'm going to rename this blog Reflections in Real Time...hmmmm, sounds like a Hip line somehow.
Ciao
D
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