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Suddenly, belatedly, out of the middle of nowhere, the core of why I'm so upset just hit me.
It's that it isn't fair. It isn't fair that you try to do everything right and be a good person, and someone STILL walks into your home and takes things to which he (I've seen the boot-prints; definitely a 'he') has no right, and gets away with it. I did nothing to deserve this; but moreover, he did nothing to deserve what's been taken.
We're taught that life isn't fair, and that's the tricks, but it still burns. I can accept that shitty things happen to me, and it isn't because God hates me or because I drowned puppies in another life. Somehow, it pisses me off even more when good things happen to assholes.
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maruah, can I borrow the boo box? I want to put this guy in it, and fill it with scorpions.
It's that it isn't fair. It isn't fair that you try to do everything right and be a good person, and someone STILL walks into your home and takes things to which he (I've seen the boot-prints; definitely a 'he') has no right, and gets away with it. I did nothing to deserve this; but moreover, he did nothing to deserve what's been taken.
We're taught that life isn't fair, and that's the tricks, but it still burns. I can accept that shitty things happen to me, and it isn't because God hates me or because I drowned puppies in another life. Somehow, it pisses me off even more when good things happen to assholes.
maruah, can I borrow the boo box? I want to put this guy in it, and fill it with scorpions.
