Life can be such a bitch sometimes. Even more so, people. And they don’t even have to be women to be bitches anymore. Apparently not! I miss the good old days when everything had to follow a certain set of rules. Everything was much less complicated back then.
I’m talking about the days when you cried when you were sad; or shouted when you got mad. When you had the right to express your feeling, no matter what. I miss the times when not everything happened to be a game you had to be the winner at. Miss the times when being a politician was just another occupation and not the only survival method.
The thing is, I’m not even old enough to have seen and lived in those good old times. But I’m a pretty smart gal; well, pretty and smart. I’m sure there must have been times like that. Life, the human race, couldn’t have continued all these decades and centuries like this. It’s unbearable.
How many times can a heart take it to be shouted at and insulted and humiliated and not even have the right to respond, I wonder. When will it simply give its bit up?
I’m only 30. Not even exactly 30 yet. It seems so young when I think of all the years of taking this crap ahead of me. Sounds too long when I remember that I have taken the crap all my life. Is there simply nothing else to life? Is it just me? Am I naïve and misguided to hang on to the belief that life is supposed to be happy? And if not happy at all times, it’s supposed to have its moments?
Pooh… I guess that’s the case. Me, being the fool…
I’m talking about the days when you cried when you were sad; or shouted when you got mad. When you had the right to express your feeling, no matter what. I miss the times when not everything happened to be a game you had to be the winner at. Miss the times when being a politician was just another occupation and not the only survival method.
The thing is, I’m not even old enough to have seen and lived in those good old times. But I’m a pretty smart gal; well, pretty and smart. I’m sure there must have been times like that. Life, the human race, couldn’t have continued all these decades and centuries like this. It’s unbearable.
How many times can a heart take it to be shouted at and insulted and humiliated and not even have the right to respond, I wonder. When will it simply give its bit up?
I’m only 30. Not even exactly 30 yet. It seems so young when I think of all the years of taking this crap ahead of me. Sounds too long when I remember that I have taken the crap all my life. Is there simply nothing else to life? Is it just me? Am I naïve and misguided to hang on to the belief that life is supposed to be happy? And if not happy at all times, it’s supposed to have its moments?
Pooh… I guess that’s the case. Me, being the fool…
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