Sunday Confession – Disappointed in Society

Sunday confessionSo many people in this country are pathetic. We have drivers that can’t drive and workers that don’t work. There are politicians that care more about power power power than they do their country. There are Businessmen who would gladly rip off their consumers left and right if it meant a little more money in the bank. We have corrupt governments, stupid media, annoying religions, and worst of all, people stuck in a position they hate but are doing NOTHING to remove themselves from it! How many people hate their spouse? How many hate their Boss? Their home, their car, their computer, even their effing pants. We have so many damn complainers who want everyone to give them the world and won’t lift a finger until it’s given to them. Then we have so many people with the power to give them their wishes, and promise to do so, and never do (Hey Obama voters, is he paying for your home or your insurance, yet?). Then we have people who just don’t care if they do damage to make money (from as minor a thing as beef jerky packages being less than half full, to buildings dedicated to selling deadly tobacco products and openly advertising it). 

If you don’t like something about your life, DO something about it! And don’t tell me you’re trapped, you worm. There’s always a way out, you’re just afraid of a little change and effort. If you truly want to accomplish something, it will be done.

And the Traffic! Good lord, I know I haven’t gotten any FASTER over the years, but somehow everyone else seems to have gotten slower and more timid. The hell is up with that? You don’t merge onto a 75 mph highway going 40, you don’t give a bicycle in the bike lane 6 feet of clearance (going into another lane to do so), you don’t drive 25 mph slower than every damn car around you, and you CERTAINLY don’t do it in the left lane! No one should ever BE passed on their right, or NEED to pass someone on the right. If you’re going less than 75 in the left lane and someone’s riding your ass, get the hell out of the way. You’re not teaching them a lesson, you’re not doing everyone a favor, stopping a menace in his tracks, you’re just a cause of road rage, and road rage can be deadly. And who knows? That man in the car behind you, flashing his brights and honking his horn, trying to get around your slow-ass might have an emergency, like his suicidal friend just ran away, or his father’s in the passenger seat, dying.

I don’t care if you drive carefully, in fact, I amend you for it. Just use some common sense (such as when merging onto a 75 mph highway) and stay out of the left lane.

~Society, I am disappoint.

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Sunday Confession – No One Cares

Sunday confession

No one cares. I am a driver, a printer of papers, a supplier of lunch money. I never get a nice thank you, I am not included in events and parties. I live totally anonymously among my family. My kids don’t care, my spouse never talks to me. He says no one wants me nor would ever want me because I am fat, old and ugly. I love God and I try to love everyone as He tells us to, yet there is no change in anyone close to me. I have cancer and I try to be a part of everything my kids do because I never know when I will not be able to be there. The only thing that keeps me alive is the fact that if I was not here, my husband would have to raise my children. This is not acceptable but I am miserable with no hope left in my future. I don’t know how to go on anymore. Yes-I have had professional help,their options: accept it, change it (which I can’t), or leave it (which I can’t). I have to accept this, I just don’t know how to do that.

 

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Sunday Confession – Fed Up

I am fed up with my wife and kids, but feel that I have no options to do anything about it.  My wife ignores me and has guy friends that she is more interested in than me, but she insists that there is nothing going on.  And my kids… getting them to be any kind of respectful is something that I doubt will ever happen.  I want out, but feel I have no choice but to stay.

Stuck

 

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Sunday Confession – Bah Humbug!

Sunday confession

I hate Christmas! Cards and gifts, wrapping & shipping, decorating inside & outside, extra cleaning & cooking.  Year end stuff at work, staff shortage due to illness and vacations,  boring luncheons & parties you can’t avoid. And all the extra birthdays and anniversaries caused by other people’s poor planning.  And to make it worse the weather is always miserable — freezing cold, icy roads, snow to be shoveled.
But it all over on Christmas day.  Oh, no!  Then the hard part starts. Taking down the ice covered decorations, thawing, cleaning them, fitting them back in boxes and getting them stored away again. Overflowing trash bins the garbage men can’t get to because the roads are so bad. Then more cleaning and catching up with things you had to put off. And then you have to pay the bills for all this fun.
It’s irritating,  exhausting, very expensive and for what? A couple of gifts you have to pretend you like but will never use. The happiest time of the year? Bah! The season to be jolly? Humbug!

A latter-day Scrooge

 

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Sunday Confession – The End

Sunday confession

I think, like most things in life, you get it or you don’t. I am that way with life. At this point, past 50, I feel lost more than ever and really just want to die. Everything I do and everywhere I go all I see is ways I could kill myself. Keeping up my facade has become a chore.
…on to the holidays.

Forever lost

 

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Sunday Confession – So Sorry

Sunday confession

I am sorry that you lost your job 2 weeks before Christmas due to me calling the store manager at his home.  I hope at the next convenience store you work at when a customer comes up to the counter to check out you don’t roll your eyes at them, huff, and tell the person on the other end of your cell phone “Hang on a minute I gots me a customer.” Anyway Happy Holidays to you and your family.

Satisfied customer

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Sunday Confession – Stuck

Sunday confession

I feel like I’m the only person on the planet not moving forward.
I am stuck in a life planned out by someone who could never understand anything related to me.
I feel helpless. And lost.

Les temps sont durs pour les reveurs.  (Times are hard for dreamers)

 

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Sunday Confession – Ready to hit the road

Sunday confession

I am 57.  I invested my retirement in a real estate company and lost everything.  Soon I will be totally broke.  I have spent the last 40 years working to pay everyone else’s bills.  My marriage is dying and when I am out of money I will be no use to my kids.  I am planning to disappear when the money is gone.  Just going to walk off and find some little town up north where I can see the mountains.  I don’t plan to let anyone know where I’ve gone.

Leaving

 

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Sunday Confession – Selfish

Sunday confession

I feel that my life is no longer complete, after finding out that I am virtually infertile.

Whenever a friend or relative says they are pregnant, although I congratulate them, I just want to shout into their faces, “What about me?!? You have what I can’t!” I know it’s selfish, but I just can’t help it.

A Selfish Man..

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Sunday Confession – Depressed

Sunday confession

People think I have it all together: good marriage, nice home, wealthy.  I’m nice to everyone and do my best to help others often. They don’t know how depressed I am. I have no close friends and no one to talk to. If I don’t make the arrangements myself, no one includes me in anything fun.  I cry myself to sleep most nights, trying to figure out what I’m doing wrong.

Sad Inside

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