I’l am not in the position that you are in, and somehow you’re mad at me for it.
You put too much stock into other people.
And you depend on them for validation.
I argue that none of that matters.
But tasks .
Tasks are required, reasonable, and manageable.
The difficult part is being responsible for assigning them to yourself. I guess you have to like yourself enough, and not in a delusional way, because no one is impressed by you.
Reasonable.
Yielding and admission of fault is only stalled by pride, they’ll run scapegoat and eventually settle into a victim mentality.
Like the world really does owe you some-fucking-thing.
The premise is a fallacy and it makes me laugh,makes me sad at the same time.
I think there’s..
Ugh…
I think there are these traps we fall into , many flavors and forms.
The crucible which forged you (experience).
The material of which you are made (genetic)
And whatever situation you find yourself in. (Environment)
Dash of luck,(or fate), or whichever you prefer.
Those three factors form a thing, that thing is basically a tool,(or a weapon), basically a tool against the living experience we all share, or a weapon to fight All the bad guys.
And we are the main character,in our own little stories.
dawn 