Not intentionally mind you.<\/p>\n
It’s just that everyone is so self centered and in their own little worlds that interacting with ANYONE is becoming so fraught with getting sucked into their shit I’m happier simply staying disengaged.<\/p>\n
Almost everyone I’m forced to deal with at work are needy, whiny, people that want to drag me into their victimhood. Deal with that 30 or 40 times a day and add to it the situations where they’re trying to con free shit out of me. It’s only heightened my already suspicious nature.<\/p>\n
People on the freeways, in stores, at the apartments are all ONLY about their needs and completely oblivious to the fact that other people are in the world, not<\/strong><\/em> to service their whims but to just try to live life.<\/p>\n In the past 45 minutes, I’ve been run over by a woman with a shopping cart who made eye contact with me and could plainly see that I had nowhere to go but she absolutely refused to stop before she hit me. WTF?<\/p>\n I said something to her, “You saw me here, you saw I could not get out of your way, and yet you ran your cart into me despite that. Just what did you think was going to happen? Did you think because I was a guy I’d take it and say nothing? Did you assume that I DESERVED punishment for some perceived slight, or was it just that I am a man and you could get away with it?”<\/p>\n She said nothing, abandoned her cart and fled the scene. REALLY???? Accept some responsibility for the situation that was of your own<\/strong><\/em> creation. For all I know she ran to the police or the store manger saying I’d hurt her feelings with harsh words.<\/p>\n Minor damage to my hip probably some bruising and now that I look at it, minor abrasion. I’ll heal. <\/p>\n So then I walk back home from the grocery store, wincing with each step… Gee Thanks Lady!<\/p>\n I get home carrying my bags and there’s this man, not much older than I and he’s barking “Hey You!” from across the parking lot. I don’t know him, I’m not sure who he’s barking at. As I round the corner to my apartment, he raises his volume to a bellow. I ignore him, he’s yelling, now I’m sure that he is trying to get my attention.<\/p>\n I obviously have my hands full, I’m limping a bit, and he wants me to … WHAT? Help him with his shit??? <\/p>\n Are you kidding me? I ignore him, I’m not in the fucking mood.<\/p>\n In what universe does anyone think that I or anyone<\/strong><\/em> should be obligated to drop their parcels, limp across a parking lot to carry your shit up the stairs for you when they’ve obviously got their own stuff to deal with.<\/p>\n I understand the need for help but how about using some common sense?<\/p>\n I need help sometimes, but I ask people that are<\/strong><\/em> able to help. I don’t ask people that are obviously unable to render assistance.<\/p>\n WHY would I place a burden on someone that obviously couldn’t help? That behavior is just bad manners.<\/p>\n Lately it seems that people are just checked out.<\/p>\n It seems that my reaction to it is to check out too.<\/p>\n I wonder if this is some kind of cascade, the “ME” generation of selfish humans has contaminated all the rest of us. We are all reacting to selfish assholes by becoming<\/strong><\/em> selfish assholes.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Not intentionally mind you. It’s just that everyone is so self centered and in their own little worlds that interacting with ANYONE is becoming so fraught with getting sucked into their shit I’m happier simply staying disengaged. Almost everyone I’m forced to deal with at work are needy, whiny, people that want to drag me … <\/p>\n