Words of Discouragement for a Lifetime of Regret

I’d like to take a moment here on my blog-o-pathetic to list off a few words of discouragement that have been directed at me over the years by people who claimed to “love” me. 

And yes…These “love-claiming people” included very close family members, girlfriends, friends, co-workers and self-proclaimed “christians”.

So, Let’s begin!!

You’re a moron.

You’re the most horrible man I’ve ever met.

You’re an embarrassment.

You’re the stupidest man in the world.

You’re going to be a horrible husband.

You’d make a horrible father.

Your children will hate you.

If you ever get married, your wife will leave you.

You’re an asshole.

You’re a troll.

You have zero qualities that anyone would want to share.

You’re not “christ-like”.

Jesus hates you.

You have nothing to offer anyone.

You’re a joke.

You’re disgusting.

You’re the ugliest man alive.

Why don’t you do the world a favor and die already?

You’re so horrible that hell is too good for you.

You make people miserable.

You’re a coward.

You’re so dumb.

You’re so unattractive.

You’re not a man.

I don’t hate you, I loathe you.

No one will ever love you.

You’ll never amount to anything.

The world would be a better place if you were never born.

You’re an ignorant ass.

No woman will ever want you back.

No woman will ever want you, period.

If any woman ever asked me for advice on dating you, I’d tell her to flee.

You are the most boring person I’ve ever met.

You’re unforgivable. 

You’re the worst uncle in the world.

You’re the worst brother anyone could ever have. 

You will never succeed at anything. 

You are so ugly.  Why would you ever think I would like you?  

. . . . . . . . 

Pathetic people are everywhere and they say some of the most horrible things, but whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and what makes you stronger makes them more pathetic.    

 

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Authority Figures

It was a church youth group that I had been invited to when I was about 10 years old.  About 50 or 60 kids of various ages had gathered in a room of the church where a teacher was about to begin a lesson on some topic none of us children would ever remember. 

Since it was a large group of kids, I had chosen to sit in the back of the room near a couple guys I knew, and about mid-way through the lesson one of the guys I was sitting with, for no apparent reason, started to leech saliva on me.

If you’re not familiar with the action of leeching saliva, it’s when someone opens their mouth then presses their tongue on the roof of their mouth to literally shoot a stream of saliva in the direction of an object or person.

It’s disgusting.

Therefore, me being repulsed and not wanting to interrupt the speaker, I tried to be as quiet and nonchalant as possible by telling the kid to stop and then sliding a few feet to the left from the guy who was continuing to leech on my person; but the leecher kid didn’t stop.  Matter of fact, he decided to slide over as well and continued his disgusting onslaught of leeching.

Once more, I quietly slid a few more feet away hoping the kid would get the hint and stop…but the leecher followed.

Yet again…I quietly slid a little further away…but to no avail because once again, the leecher kid followed.

By now I was really frustrated, so I sternly looked at the kid and whispered, “Knock it off!”  Consequently, it was louder than I had expected and after the words left my lips I turned back towards the group only to see that everyone in the room was now staring directly back at me.  Including the pathetic teacher.

I didn’t mean to make a scene, I really didn’t!  And at that moment I had a deep yearning to be someplace else. . . Even better. . .someone else . . . because it was an extremely uncomfortable situation. 

Regrettably, I didn’t have the ability to transform into someone else, nor did I have the ability to teleport someplace else; so I was stuck.  And quite sadly, that wasn’t the most pathetic part of the story.

To this day, I still don’t remember the topic the pseudo teacher was sharing with the group; however, I do remember the conversation that he and I had after I disrupted the lesson he was attempting to convey to the class. . .

Teacher: “Umm, is there a problem back there?”

Me:  “Yes.  (pointing directly at the leecher)  This kid is spiting on me!”

Teacher:  (with surprised look on his face) “Well. . . You do know it isn’t polite to be a tattletale?  Try to keep it down.”

At that moment I went through a number of emotions.  Anger, disbelief, confusion, shock, disappointment, frustration, sadness and regret. 

I couldn’t believe that I was reprimanded for trying to stand up for myself and this leecher kid was left unpunished.  More than anything I was left with a lot of disappointment and anger because the teacher called ME out for being a tattletale and didn’t stand up for me when I needed someone to help, protect or stand up for me.

If the the roles had been reversed and this sham of a “leader” were in my spot, would he call out the person for the wrong they were committing towards his person?  

Would he want to get rebuked for standing up for himself?

Would he expect the “authority” of the group to come to his aid?

After all, shouldn’t the authority figure in the room do something to balance the scales and provide some form of protection against those who were causing discomfort towards others? 

Additionally, I sat there for the remainder of the lesson getting leeched on by a horrible kid and wondering how this pseudo “leader” could call me out on being a tattletale and not reprimand the leecher for spitting on me.

In that moment I was hoping for someone to stand up for me.  To provide protection from that kid who was making me uncomfortable.  To balance to the scales….To do SOMETHING to help me. 

At the very least the pseudo leader could have moved me to the front of the room to save me from this torrential downpour of saliva. . .But sadly, he did nothing.

Well…that’s not entirely true.  He did leave me with an empty feeling of dissatisfaction, a label for trying to right a wrong being committed against my person, and a lifetime of regret and distrust towards others. 

. . . . .

Brav – – – –  

 

yeah…not so much… 

Pseudo leadership is not only frustrating and annoying, but it’s extremely pathetic.  

 

Oh the Hypocrisy

A young woman posts photos online about her hunting experiences.  She receives death threats from those who don’t agree with her point of view.  

A young man makes a mistake and accidentally causes the loss of life of a young child.  Those who hear about it and have strong opinions about the matter make the decision to send him death threats. 

A politician states a conservative or liberal view in an article or interview.  Those who don’t agree send them death threats. 

I have news for you people… 

Those threats didn’t come from guns, knives, explosive devices or any other form of weaponry.  They came from people. 

They came from people who don’t have boundaries anymore.  People who believe they have the “right” to threaten someone with violence if they don’t agree with their way of thinking.  

People. 

It’s pathetic that humanity has become such a cruel and vicious beast, yet no one is wise enough to recognize that humans are the lone reason violence exists. 

 

 

 

Weather is not a villain

Beware the “”BOMB CYCLONE !!!””   

It’s menacing ferocity of bone-chilling cold will paralyze the masses and wreak havoc with snarling wind-driven snow while causing chaos of unimaginable proportions!

No one will be immune to its destructive power as it bares down on the unsuspecting majority!!

Take cover now!   

Run for the hills!   

Batten down the hatches! 

Store up food and supplies for a lifetime because the “”BOMB CYCLONE !!!”” will be so powerful that the world will shut down forever and you may never see the sun again!!!

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— sigh —

Okay, Sooooo…that might be a bit exaggerated…but it’s what goes through my mind every time I look at a weather page and see the words…’Bomb Cyclone’.

In my humble opinion calling a major winter storm a “bomb cyclone” is pathetically way over the top.  I mean . . . when did weather patterns turn into super villains?

After all, winter is winter.  

It comes every year on December 21st and lasts for about three months, and during that three month period a few winter storms come and go.

Some snow…some ice…a few winds blow…some cold air drops in from the north…

It’s winter.

It’s not a villain.

It’s weather. 

And it’s pathetic how media personalities and educated idiots try to throw people into a panic by making a mountain out of mole hills.  

What’s worse is how many cattle will eat this crap up and regurgitate it because they don’t know how NOT to be a follower.  

Pathetic.

 

 

 

Harassmentgate 2017

This may come as a shock, but over the course of my working career I’ve been sexually harassed by both genders…women and men.

Let me begin with the woman who felt it necessary to touch me in a manner that made me really uncomfortable.  — She actually confessed to the manager that she had feelings for me and was hoping I would feel the same.  She thought touching me in certain ways and at different times would give a subtle hint… — umm…not so much.  

A few years before that there was a woman who made it a point to tell our co-workers that she was going to marry me and we were going to have lots of children together….of course this was without my consent or knowledge…heck!  I later found out that to top it off, she even went so far as to order a wedding cake and plan out the ceremony she was going to have with me as the groom! . . . . sigh . . . Wasn’t that sweet of her? — let me answer that for ya . . . Nope! 

Of course there was also the middle-aged homosexual man who made it a point to conveniently have a cigarette every morning just outside the door that led to my office.  I always found it weird why he would chase follow me and another male co-worker into the office and offer us treats, homemade goodies or give us compliments on our looks and ask us over to dinner.  — uhhh…thanks but, I’m into girls.  

Since this is a PG rated blog, I’m only sharing the less graphic versions of my adventures in harassment.  I could go further into detail, but that’s just a waste of your time and mine.  

Believe me when I tell you that I’ve had my fair share of people who have made unwanted sexual advances towards me in the work place; however, every single time it’s happened, I’ve tolerated it for a few weeks before I finally said something to them about how uncomfortable it was.  If they didn’t get my hint, I would take the matter up with my supervisors or human resources to put an end to it.

No matter how embarrassing it might be.  No matter what it might do to my career.  I didn’t want to let it drag on, I didn’t want to make excuses like, “oh well, people are just that way,” and I didn’t tolerate it for the sake of my career.

Some of you might be thinking or saying… “yeah, but you’re a guy.  It’s easier for you to stand up and say something.”

Uhhh . . . . NO   .   IT   .   IS   .   NOT!

You have no idea how many times I thought about staying quiet and just coping with the situation hoping it would just blow over.  Truth is, since I was a guy, I was afraid that no one would believe me, or worse, that I’d become the joke of the office.  

Eventually I realized that if I didn’t speak up, these people who were making me uncomfortable would have power over me for a long time to come, and they would never stop.  Worse yet, that I would never have another day where I felt comfortable coming to work or leaving my home.  

Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t easy confronting the person who was making me uncomfortable or going to my supervisor and telling them a co-worker was making me uncomfortable, but I had to do it.  I had to suck it up and realize that if I lost my job because the company decided to back a person who made me uncomfortable, then that wasn’t a company I wanted to work for.  Not too mention, that if my supervisor didn’t care enough about me to take me seriously and investigate the situation, then that wasn’t a person I wanted to work for either.  

That’s why this whole mess of accusers who are coming forward with claims they were harassed 20, 30 or 40 years ago, doesn’t sit well with me.  Nor does it sit well with me that people are getting fired over these claims and accusations without due process.

These people (both men and women) are just NOW coming forward with all these accusations of unwanted sexual harassment?    

Taking a look back at the events that transpired when I approached my supervisors, I made certain that they investigated the situation and formed a case before taking any actions.  They interviewed people who were witnesses, they took the time to gather evidence and conspicuously confronted the accused to form a case before taking it to human resources, handling the matter outright or even taking legal action.

It disappointments me that the accusers today aren’t interested in forming a case against those they accused.  Whether it did or did not happen, the accusers just want to be right and want their brand of justice.  — Get them fired.  Get them out.  They hurt me and I want the world to know it! — The motives of these people can be described in one word:  REVENGE.

In my past situations I never wanted revenge.  I just wanted the people who were making lewd comments to stop so I could be comfortable going to work for 8+ hours a day.  

Revenge is not a good thing because it reveals the true side of the human heart.  The corruption and hatred, the selfishness and pride, the arrogance, the bitterness, the strife.  

It really amazes me how no one seems to be calling out these accusers for waiting for so long.  What is their motive?  Why now?  Why did they wait so long?!?! Instead, they form social media groups and hashtag labels to let others join in the #metoo campaign.  

They call it “strength in numbers”…

I call it Pathetic!! 

It’s also pathetic how harassmentgate 2017 has ballooned into this horrible mess of pathetic stupidity when none of this should be happening right now because the accusers who are claiming “harassment” should have stood up years ago and put the accused in their place then…not waiting some 20, 30 or 40 years in the future to get their revenge!

Ironically, their revenge is bitter sweet because all of the accused have amassed fortunes over the years, and are living high on the hog.  If they get fired from whatever they were doing, so what!  They just take their fortunes and run.  

Retirement, here they come!   

You know, I’m not shocked by it, but in all honesty I find it difficult to understand how the world has become such a horrible place to live.  How did we get here?

The world is filled with followers who are flat out pathetically crazy, and more and more cattle decide to wander into the other pasture following the masses down a broad road of destruction.  

It’s pathetic they are even considered part of the human race.

 

Uneasy

I woke up this morning with an uneasy feeling that won’t go away.  It’s that feeling that something is off today.  Something just isn’t right…  

It’s not a fear…not really anxiety…it’s just, uneasy.  It’s like the Holy Spirit is trying to tell me something is going to happen and to be on guard.  Be ready.  Be aware.  Stand firm because the enemy is making a move.  

I don’t get these all that often…just once in a while when things don’t seem right.  They typically last a couple days, and then I shrug them off and life gets back to normal.  That is…until something bad happens somewhere in the world.

Oh well.

Uneasy feelings can be a pathetic nuisance.