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facts, insanity, life, love, relationships, simple, truth, unfortunate events
I was smiling on my way home not because of joy, but because my series of unfortunate events have gone from depressing to comical.
I don’t know if I’m merely a victim of circumstances or something really wrong is going on inside my head. And I ought to know.
First, lose P22,000 and accept that people may think you stole it. Focus on getting things done, not knowing that relationships are compromised, and get talked behind your back. Get “bullied” and realize how unprofessional that is after 24 hours. Find out that you’re being investigated for mis-coordination for not knowing better ahead, without being asked of your side. Maybe it was a mis-communication. Story going around with 3 keywords: drunk, 1 am, conflict-affected area. Serve as bad example to your colleagues and be told “it doesn’t matter whether that’s true or not.” Be a pain in the ass for some simple logistical matter. All in 1 month. Good job, kara.
There may be lapses in my memory, my ability to perceive reality, the root cause of my fear of insanity. We ought to find out the truth, don’t we? Simply ignoring injustice is in itself injustice.
If you don’t know truth, you don’t know love. Where’s the love y’all?
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Note: Hope this doesn’t stem out to more, it may seem exaggerated, but please, i can only handle so much.
Definitely not in ‘them’. Sending you my virtual hug and love. 😀
Haha thanks Addie! Returning it virtually!
That’s the last thing I want to happen though, for anything to become “me or them”
let’s kick their asses!
at that’s my word for “ipaglaban mo sarili mo”
hey Lester! thanks for offering your ass-kicking!
I don’t feel like I have any energy left for that, and looks like I have to work towards the other way :s
I was blog-surfing and I came across this post. I feel for you. I know how it is being bullied, being accused of things I am not even guilty of (because accusing me seemed like the most convenient thing for everybody), treated differently, talked behind my back, ganged up on. I go through them almost all the time. If I lived in the olden times, I would most probably be the one being accused of witchcraft (by the village gossipmonger who just influenced the entire community’s opinion) and be sentenced to death through burning on the stake. The sad truth in life is this happens everywhere. I can’t think of a single place where people are more tolerant of each other, where people are not quick to judge. Humans tend to abhor those who are different, those who assert what they want/need just to get the job done, those who they cannot understand. Humans are quick to judge, and sometimes those judgments can be pretty harsh, even if unfounded. And, when proven wrong about their preconceived notions, instead of just accepting that person for what they are, humans will remain stubborn and be filled with pride, and will not admit that they were wrong…thus they continue with the bullying, judging, backstabbing. I admit that I am not immune to such tendencies…because it is easy to fall into that trap. But, like most humans too, I struggle to correct my ways…to not become what I despise the most.
Natural reaction for those being the center of all this negative attention is to either retaliate (and stoop down to their level) or just leave (and give up on your dreams). But I always think what is best is to just live through it AND above it. You know better than most of them. You are more tolerant of others than the common human being, and you can most likely tolerate them. You can, I do believe that you can. Live through it AND above it. And be most aware that there are those (like the previous commenters and like me) who still wish you well, who pray that you go through this unscathed and sane. Who needs the opinion of a few when you have the love and trust of many?
Be well, Kara. Be well.
Thank you Sandy, I think I don’t have to wait for my bestfriend anymore (she’s been away for a long while now, and unfortunately, she’s the one who can sort through my complications).
Maybe the people who tell me, “You can do it, the world is simple” and then smile are just not with me this time, pushing my independence and accepting coexistence to the limit. I’m still worried though that I may be on auto-pilot, like “where was I all along?”
I refuse to be “stronger” (be paranoid, always watch my back, lock the door, not speak to strangers).
UNSCATHED and SANE, thank you Sandy! Btw, this is a very nice post http://www.positivelypositive.com/2012/03/26/tell-the-truth/