The Idiocy Illness

My very first curmudgeonly blog… I’m quite excited. But not excited enough to take away from how extremely angry I am right now. My first Cranky Chapter will be about people… human nature I suppose. Not exactly Pop Culture, although being a complete idiot definitely seems to be popular these days.

I am so tired of people using their life circumstances as an excuse to cover everything. Everything they should do, could do, even things they actually want to do. They seem to think the world should relieve them of having to be a productive person, because things are tough. Be as rude, lazy, aggressive and unfriendly as you like, we understand, because life is not as fantabulous as you’d like it to be. Kids, let me fill you in. Everyone’s life is tough, we all have our problems and troubles and things that drive us nuts and bring us down. But if we all sat around feeling permanently sorry for ourselves, how would anything ever get done? You might as well go and sit in the corner and die quietly, for all you’re contributing to the world.

The biggest defence that circulates these days is our pasts. People complain and moan about the fact that their daddy wasn’t around when they were two years old (really? You can really remember that far back? I can barely remember what I was doing last week!). Or they claim they abuse their children because it happened to them when they were little ones. They take drugs and drink themselves into a coma because they didn’t get a job they applied for, or they try to kill themselves over a lover that’s jilted them. All very terrible things, I’m sure, but GET OVER IT.

But the best is yet to come, because there are those that use their past as an alibi for something totally unrelated. For example, “I had a really bad childhood (how much more vague could you be?), so I’m really sorry if my poetry and writing sucks. I know it does, it’s so awful actually.” Alright… then why are you still writing? If you believe your work is so disgusting, why would you want to inflict it on other human beings? Because you don’t really believe it, what you’re really looking for is someone to flood you with compliments and make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Someone to validate you, in other words. If someone really does think you’ve done a dreadful job of it, then you can just haul out the bad childhood excuse. Puh-lease! 

I can’t stand people like that, they annoy me endlessly. Life sucks a lot of the time, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles! Instead of letting it beat you into a pulp or turn you into a raving lunatic, get up again. Dust yourself off and punch back! There are people out there who are suffering much more than you are. For the most part, we have it pretty good, so either pull yourself towards yourself, or stay away from me. I would hate to catch the Idiocy Illness.

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