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Nico (left) and his brother, Christopher, enjoying a lazy sunday morning 
05/22

May 24, 2016

*This blog is not a reflection on anyone that I know, including not a reflection of myself or my current situation. It was just a thought I had after talking with a few people regarding their own situations. It was 1400 words so I broke it into 2 parts. This is part I" - cf
Part I

Why does it seem that most people I have been encountering do not want to be happy? Is this by design? Maybe it’s in their DNA to be miserable or mean to people? Come on guys and gals let us try, and at least be civil towards one and other. Return the love.

These people have no reason to be intolerable. We are not in a purgatory digging a ditch. The angry people seem nice when I meet and greet them at restaurants, or in line at a store, or when I’m stopped behind their car while waiting at a red light while I observe them yelling into their phone from the rear car window of the Mercedes. Yikes! I would hate to be the one at the end of that line!

I’m no mind reader but by his or her actions I can only surmise that they are going through the motions of life instead of seeing, hearing, tasting, or embracing, what life has offered them. Things can’t be too bad for you. 

Yes, you, the one in a 2010, plus, car, passing all those people who are walking or waiting for public transportation who would love to travel in a car while listening to music and enjoying some new found freedom.

I see you. Yes you, the one standing in line at the Magic Kingdom in Walt Disney World where you paid over $100.00 to get into the park.

I’m observing the one arguing at a restaurant; yes you, berating the host because seating is an hour long for this expensive food, that others have been patiently waiting in peace  and quite until you came along.

Gotcha! Lady, over there, beneath your cool looking hat, and hidden behind your sunglasses, pursing your lips at the poor valet guy, as you clutch your Gucci purse while checking your Michael Kors watch, then lifting your iPhones up to your right ear after you adjust your diamond stud earrings so you don’t scratch your screen. Your life doesn’t seem that bad to give that fella a hard time.

Happiness does elude the mentally ill. And I truly understand your plight. Not everyone’s brain secretes enough serotonin, the fluid that allows us to think clearly so that a good time is ruined by a callous statement made by a heartless individual. Every day for a depressed person is a struggle for them to be happy.

There can be no hope for the ones who refuse to recognize the people who are in their lives, day in and day out, and do the most good for you but are continually treated like crap because their good wasn't enoughc. It is the feelings of the discarded people, who never fully recover from nasty words, that are thrown back at them like daggers. Those fake daggers enter the skin, like a fake kiss blown in your direction, and stick to your chest, at dead center, of the targeted bulls eye, that is your heart.  These everyday people, who love you, who do everything in their power to make you happy deserve your recognition. If you don’t have the decency to show love and control hate then what’s the point of having them stick around?


I’m not dumb to think you’ll change your ways simply by reading a blog. After all, we are creatures of habit. I'm sure it's just a matter of time before you expose yourself again when someone pisses you off. Sadly, I’m no more to you than that person you just treated like shit at the store, or business, even in traffic. I see you, but I’m finally seeing you. Eventually I will search for change and have no regrets leaving you when my change is for the better.

Return love to me. Return it to the others that you treated unfairly. Return the love to all so that it will grow and surround you with understanding and form a cocoon of self worth around your depressed ways. Return the love and shatter your DNA so it can break your mold instead of breaking my will. Return my love and I, in turn, will share the love with you again.





A quick snap from my temporary writing desk before I posted this blog. Captain Imperfecto
5/23/16

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