Ann's Guide Life

I heard that life is all about the choices you make. Really now? If that were so then you would have a relatively predictable life. If you make the “right” decisions you should get the “right” results, no? What you deserve, yes? What’s coming to you, absolutely? In Sweden we say “Som man bäddar får man ligga” kind of like, if you make your bed you have to lay in it.

 

I think all these proverbs are crap. It’s all about chance, you never know what you’ll get. So its better to have a well equipped bullshit bag, and never forget it on the transfer buss. You get taught never to lie, cheat, steal or get violent. But what do you do when you are in the real world where 99,99% do all this? You can live your life in a respectable way, and still get shit because the less respectable will drive right over you, and laugh.

 

I meet these people most every week. Usually, in small amounts. But these last days have been crowded with crazy people.

 

We have the people who are taught how to charm and take the easy way out… no responsibilities at all. These are the bull shitters. You know them on sight. They will find small pretend problems for you to solve in order to get a dinner or some sympathy.

 

And then we have the real psychos, who really know how everything is, never do wrong and have a violent streak. The narcissists.  Don’t piss them off because then you are in trouble. Or so they definitely will threaten. They actually believe they have a problem, even though they don’t, and if you explain to them that there is no problem… well then you are in big shit. And they are either lawyers, journalists or they know someone in the company. RUN when you see them.

 

Then we have the drug addicts and alcoholics who end up in a real bad place and want someone else to get them out of the bad situation. When you can’t help them they lie, scream and talk shit about you and everyone around. They make fools of themselves. And they make your life miserable. They will get robbed, abused or beaten up… take your pick. And usually they travel with no money, or young children or simply unspecified…

 

Well there are a lot of less than respectable people out there, and unfortunately I’ve had them in my face the last couple of days. Makes me think who I really am. Respectable or not. Good or bad. Because if I can handle them, I must have a large bullshit bag, and where in the world did I get that? Hmmm