Why do people bother?
Don’t they know, the truth will out. Always.
Not the small white lies told by pure of heart. But the big and general scumbagery, done as easily as breathing In and out for some, and in a few, as often too.
It used to drive me absolutely crazy. My justiceometer fit to burst. Feeling like somehow it was my place to right that wrong, protect that innocent, put the bully in their place, quite that cowpaterey
Now I marvel at their ingenious machievelianesque machinations.
Admire their stupendous skills of spin.
Relish in the amusement of all they try.
I still fucking hate it, don’t get me wrong.
But now I realise, it is not my place to judge any of it, ever. It’s not up to me how they behave.
Not my job, as they say in Addlerian Phsycology.
My job is me and i barely feel able to steer that ship at times.
So the thought that I could ever have control over anothers feelings or take on responsibility for someone else’s behaviour, is a falasy
So now instead now I smile and let every tiny cadence of cunning wash right over me in amusement.
Because it is not my place to fight, nor worry, nor seek justice.
The Karma Police will do fine all by itself. Just as it has always done without me, since the beginning of time.
So instead I say smile.
I even had to stop my self laughing out loud the other day, by burying my face ìn my poncho,because it had become so ridiculous. All quite recently new to me, but left me feeling great instead of depleted, which has to be an improvement surely.
So to quote the mighty penguins of Madagascar….
“Just smile and wave boys. Smile and wave.“
Peace, Love and Light you Lovely Lot.