Knocking People’s Hats Off

“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”

The world is full of nasty, nasal, nefarious, nosy people who get off on other people’s misery. How we deal with them is what makes us who we are, and kudos to people who actually give a shit about that.

Let me tell you the truest thing I’ve ever come to realize:

Life sucks. It hands you lemons that are too gross to turn into lemonade. It sticks you with people you can barely stand. It punches you in the fucking gut over and over and over until you’re coughing up blood and can’t feel your face. Our world is black and white with red all over; with people telling people who they can and cannot be, and scary kids scaring kids into thinking they have a future, and parents being “parents” to the worst kin in existence without quite realizing what they’re doing to the rest of the world. There is no winning at life. There is no ultimate success. Hell, there is no glass ceiling, because that would imply that things are ultimately better on the other side. The rich are depressed, the poor starving, the middle class in a dream world they cannot accept is simply surreal, and everyone, everyone, is confused about who they really are.

There are people out there who work their asses off, and still don’t get what they want.  They jump through hoops, step over fire, run laps in the hamster wheel we happen to call life, and still don’t get what they want. So is that enough to sit back and say that it isn’t worth the work? It won’t happen, anyway, so why bother?

Let’s just sit back and Netflix until our eyes bleed and convince ourselves that we’re in this rut by choice.

Not that I have anything against Netflix, of course.

I don’t have any spectacular, ground-breaking words that will make anyone conquer their fears or jump on their horse and ride off into the sunset chasing their success.

All I know is, we are all narcissistic assholes, and those of us who aren’t, are lying.

So yeah, I feel like knocking people’s hats off. It’s not because I’m an angry old soon-to-be spinster, or because I’m the definition of sarcastic asshole, or because someone did me wrong and I’m too proud to take it and shut up.

No. I feel like knocking people’s hats off because I, myself, cannot muster enough humility to knock off my own.

We all fucked up. People suck. The sea sounds good right about now.

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