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Dear God I Hate Whining
Literally, I physically despise it.
For while I understand some people, obviously, cannot exist without it, this, like racism, is something I don't want to understand.
Normally I am all for looking at something from another's point of view and seeing their motivation but I draw the line at trying to justify what amounts to deliberately non-sane behaviour and actions. Seriously, I don't want to know how many holes I have to drill through my head to understand the motivation for this type of thing.
And yet I see people, adults allegedly, using whining and the resultant tantrums associated with a slow response to whining, successfully achieving their goals. These people are incompetent to act on their own so they have constructed a social mechanism that motivates others to succeed for them.
It's one thing to help out someone in need; it's an entirely different situation when that person is ALWAYS in need, is ALWAYS requiring rescue, is ALWAYS the victim. I don't understand how they can put so much energy into it. To me it would be simpler just to shoulder the responsibility of the issue my own damn self and move on.
And that, in my less than humble opinion, is the issue.
Responsibility.
If I never take responsibility then nothing is ever my fault. If I am always the victim, then nothing is my fault. If I can convince others to re-assign blame, then nothing is my fault.
Of course I would lead a miserable existence always waiting for my life to be validated through the actions of others but hey, at least nothing would be my fault.
My weakness here is that I have no problem being the focus of blame. I recognize insanity when it is thrown in my direction and I'm having none of it. So I get told I am insensitive and mean and lack compassion.
Imagine my concern.
Seriously, think about it. An insane person is going to judge me morally.
Let's hear it again:
Imagine my concern.
And yet, some folks, not necessarily whiners but the enablers of the whiners, through a misguided need to believe they are helping, these people rush in to save the day and tell me I am insensitive and mean and lack compassion.
You can see where this is going, right?
This is where I remind people that I am not a nice person and this is where I convince people, for a while, that the whiners were right about me. Until, of course, the enablers are turned on by the whiners who must always have fresh meat for their positions. Then the former enablers talk with me, tell me they didn't understand but now see my point.
And me? I let them talk and vent and rant.
But I never let them whine.
Because, dear God, I hate whining.
For while I understand some people, obviously, cannot exist without it, this, like racism, is something I don't want to understand.
Normally I am all for looking at something from another's point of view and seeing their motivation but I draw the line at trying to justify what amounts to deliberately non-sane behaviour and actions. Seriously, I don't want to know how many holes I have to drill through my head to understand the motivation for this type of thing.
And yet I see people, adults allegedly, using whining and the resultant tantrums associated with a slow response to whining, successfully achieving their goals. These people are incompetent to act on their own so they have constructed a social mechanism that motivates others to succeed for them.
It's one thing to help out someone in need; it's an entirely different situation when that person is ALWAYS in need, is ALWAYS requiring rescue, is ALWAYS the victim. I don't understand how they can put so much energy into it. To me it would be simpler just to shoulder the responsibility of the issue my own damn self and move on.
And that, in my less than humble opinion, is the issue.
Responsibility.
If I never take responsibility then nothing is ever my fault. If I am always the victim, then nothing is my fault. If I can convince others to re-assign blame, then nothing is my fault.
Of course I would lead a miserable existence always waiting for my life to be validated through the actions of others but hey, at least nothing would be my fault.
My weakness here is that I have no problem being the focus of blame. I recognize insanity when it is thrown in my direction and I'm having none of it. So I get told I am insensitive and mean and lack compassion.
Imagine my concern.
Seriously, think about it. An insane person is going to judge me morally.
Let's hear it again:
Imagine my concern.
And yet, some folks, not necessarily whiners but the enablers of the whiners, through a misguided need to believe they are helping, these people rush in to save the day and tell me I am insensitive and mean and lack compassion.
You can see where this is going, right?
This is where I remind people that I am not a nice person and this is where I convince people, for a while, that the whiners were right about me. Until, of course, the enablers are turned on by the whiners who must always have fresh meat for their positions. Then the former enablers talk with me, tell me they didn't understand but now see my point.
And me? I let them talk and vent and rant.
But I never let them whine.
Because, dear God, I hate whining.