Okay, so I haven’t been blogging as much this past week. I’ve been in a self-pitying woe-is-me emotional funk characterized by cheap wine and crying myself to sleep.
For the past few days I’ve been wondering how is it that the world is so unbalanced. Why for come guilty parties walk away from their crimes unscathed while their victims are left picking up the pieces and trying to keep from losing the only sliver of sanity they have left.
It’s unfair. Quite frankly, it pisses me off.
I prayed a lot in the past 48 hours. Wondering why the hell God would let things carry on like this. I was so wrapped up in my own problems, feeling bad for myself, wondering when the good Lord would dish out some of His divine justice on the man who I blamed for my unhappiness.
In the middle of my self-absorbed bout of depression, I get a text message.
Someone going on about how unfair life is for them. Upset that their enemy seems to be receiving favor and undeserved blessings. And so on and so forth.
My first thought was, “Omg, quit whining.”
My second thought, “Omg, is that what I sound like?!” 😮
And it really was. Word for word. If I swapped out the name of the person they were mad at with Jim, those messages could have been my very own thoughts sent back at me in the form of a text.
It was crazy but enlightening. From an unbiased standpoint, I read those messages and tried to console the sender by saying that, “People are busy. It isn’t a personal attack against you. Sometimes life doesn’t seem fair, but if we step outside of our own unhappiness, we’d see that it’s not just black and white.”
Like Momma used to say…
What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.
So while feeding that advice to someone else who was in an “oh poor me” kind of mood, I took it myself. It’s not all right or all wrong. There are in-betweens on the great spectrum of good and bad.
In-betweens that no one knows about in detail except God.
It’s so easy to see ourselves as a victim and the rest of the world as the bad guy. But that’s rarely the case.
The truth of it is that everyone feels cheated or denied in some way.
Every. Single. Person.
If everyone who was mad at something they didn’t have chose to guzzle liquor and spend all day in bed feeling bad for themselves, the entire world would come to a standstill.
And there would be a shortage of booze.
And an even greater shortage of bloggers because what are bloggers except professional complainers lol 😛