whining is way different from winning
Incompetence knows no true bounds. As long as the world requires us to work with one another, there will always be those people whose desire to work is indirectly proportionate from their knowledge of other’s capacity and will to work. It sucks. Lucky are those who are extremely patient for they notice not the abuse that is being done. But what about people like me?
Damn. I don’t feel like writing. I haven’t written in such a long while, and yet incomplete as I may feel, I cannot persuade myself to feel better through writing. I honestly feel twice as exhausted when I do things that just end up becoming my responsibility all because of other’s lack of that very same virtue. Instead of becoming physically exhausting, it ends up becoming mentally, spiritually and personally degrading. Again, it sucks.
I already have so many responsibilities. Gusto kaayo nakong mamuybuy. I’ll be slashing heads using an improvised gullotine (like the flying guillotine I saw on National Geographic, if I get the chance) if I don’t get the job. If someone else who does not deserve the position gets it, I am going to… well, I DON’T KNOW!!! How am I supposed to know my ultimate capacity to hurt others? Others can’t even tell if they are hurting other people, what should make me any different?
I am beginning to get pretty scared. Some of the people I work with have little (or simply non-existent) work ethics. They like, no, embrace cramming with arms wide open. Procrastinating comes as natural as the simple act of breathing. Imagine people who can afford to have fun when there are so many things to do, then suddenly wash their hands when blaming time comes around. If I keep on hanging around with these kind of people, I’ll end up looking 50 years older than my age (some people say that this is already true).
Happy thoughts, keep thinking happy thoughts… I think this is how that nursery rhyme goes, but then maybe, I was just hallucinating when I was a kid. Damn those hallucinogens (just kidding)! How does one keep thinking happy thoughts when only bad thoughts are available for thinking? Does one have to make reservations for happy thoughts to be available, or do these happy thoughts require booking before you can think them (just as most of the things in this world require reservations or bookings before they become available for usage)? I better reflect on my attitude. Apparently, people who are rejoicing when there’s nothing worth rejoicing for irritates me like a sting from a poison ivy (although I have never been stung by a poison ivy in my entire life).
Ha. Andie says she does not feel like writing, but then look at what she has just written. And I honestly do believe that she has suddenly gone mad as apparently, she is referring to herself in the third person.