Today when Louise came home from work she told me about
having had to deal with this bitch of a woman today. She sounded arrogant and
mean spirited (not Louise), a thoroughly unpleasant person to have to deal
with. This is not the only one Louise runs into on a daily basis, I just don’t
know how she does it.
What interests me about this person is that at some point
during her life this persona worked for her. She somehow managed to get exactly
what she wanted in life by being a whirling bitch. We have all met these
people. We meet them every day at the coffee shop, work, and school, at the
grocery store or even just out walking on a sunny day. These miserable,
negative energy machines never seem to tire of being pricks.
I can sort of see how
it works. You bitch and complain enough that everyone around you just gets worn
down and will eventually let you have your way. They don’t do it because your
way is better or that you have somehow won them over with misery, they just
will do almost anything to get away from the black cloud of misery that you
emit twenty four hours a day. You win! Somehow, you have driven away the people
that could have made your life a life worth living. Yep…you win.
Every now and then I have to wonder if I am drifting into the
misery camp. I do complain a lot and the world sure could do with fixing. Most
of the time I am just kidding and hoping that the people making the decisions
are much more well informed than I am.
I am sure that when these people go home, there are people
there that love them. Those closest would know the kindness that is in their
heart, the way they love their grandkids, the charities they support and that
cute little dog that is the only creature on the planet that can bring a smile
to that miserable face.
I can remember my mom telling me not to frown because my
face might freeze that way and wouldn’t it be awful to go through life like
that. I just assumed she was trying to cheer me up because a person’s face
can’t really freeze with one expression on it. Well, I am much older now and
mom is long gone. I think that I smile enough to balance out the frowns and
laugh enough to cancel out the tears. There are probably some people who look
at my unguarded moments and wonder why I am so sad/angry/unhappy. I’m not any
of those things; I am just letting my face muscles take a break. Really!
Don’t let the miseries take over, ignore the assholes and
watch a child for a few minutes. That should do the trick.
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