*Dedicated to my dear cousin Terry who is currently battling Hodgkin’s Lymphoma at the tender age of 29*
I despise miserable people. You know the type….
They walk into the office with barely a mumble, hiding behind their black clothing (I wear black all the time, but I wear it happily, not miserably), dragging their feet, complaining every time their phone rings, bitching that their S.O. didn’t call/text/sex them.
They complain about what they have planned for the weekend, complain about being bored, complain about having so much to do, bitch about their whiny kids
that they don’t smack upside the head, repeatedly comment on the extra weight they’ve put on and order Burger King for lunch. You catch my drift right?
Let’s discuss this for a bit shall we?
WHAT IN THE PINK FUCK ARE YOU SO MISERABLE ABOUT?!?!?!!?
You have a JOB, a roof over your head, your HEALTH is in check, you drive a car or have a bus pass, you have friends, family and possibly, maybe even one or two people that would catch a damn
grenade bullet for you (probably your mother and/or a sibling).
And you’re walking in here with this look of death?!?!?
There’s nothing that bothers me more. Maybe (and yes, I will bust out the age card every chance I get because I know how great I thought I was at 21!!!) it’s because I’m older and
had to listen to all of you youngn’s stories over the years have experienced a little bit more than you have.
Case in point:
Have you watched a loved one die from a terminable illness? I mean, sat at their bedside watching them take their last breaths here on earth? Literally? Their eyes rolled up into the back of their head, their face as white as the pillow they lay on, foaming at the mouth? Yes, foaming at the mouth.
Two days prior to said foaming, do you know what this person was doing? Singing quietly, praying and telling their loved ones how much they loved them. They were happy. They were content. Even. On. Their. Deathbed.
I’ve lost two aunts, two grandmothers and a father-in-law in the last decade of my life. And FORTUNATELY for me, I was there for three of those deaths, praying and reading out loud from the bible, asking God to take them into His home. I was FORTUNATE enough to see death happen right in front of my eyes as their loved ones cried quietly. I was FORTUNATE enough to survive all that sadness, so that I, in turn, would be APPRECIATIVE of my LIVING SOUL.
Be happy man. Smile. Something going wrong in your life? Fix it. There’s NO reason, in this wonderful God given world of ours, that you should be miserable. Unless of course, you’re homeless, sick, unemployed. And even two out of those three are repairable.
And word to my youngn’s…..I’m STILL here…..hopefully you’ll be at MY deathbed one day, praying over me…..
Peace and love all.