Do You Think You're Special?

I don't like people. I love (sometimes) my family, but as a whole the people I meet while getting from point A to point B during the day, just...well...suck. There's no other word that adequately describes my dislike of people. Mind you, I don't feel the need to find a gun and shoot you all. Of course, this could possibly be because I'm not a member of the "special just because you were born" generation. Which is probably where my dislike of people finds it's origin. I'm just jealous. I wasn't brought up to believe I was supposed to be deliriously happy every waking moment of the day. As a result, I don't spend my days focusing on the problems I have, I spend my time examining my options and hope that somewhere in that list is a solution that works for me. Since I'm not wallowing in the hole my problem creates, I can't find a doctor to say I'm depressed and need to take a pill for it. As a result of that, I have to work for a living instead of staying home and feeding my unhappy face until I weigh enough to be considered disabled. This working for a living sucks because it keeps me active enough to lose weight. Which, of course, means my knees don't hurt enough to qualify me for one of those Scooter Store battery operated chairs. I'd have to cough up the 3 grand or so out of my own pocket and that just ain't happening. I can't even get myself arrested so I can take advantage of those "three squares and a bed" the county is always promising those who don't mind having their privileges taken away. I can't find it in my heart to make a fibbing 9 year old run for 3 hours until she gets so dehydrated that she dies. I can't bring myself to pick a fight with someone and get so mad at them that I'm willing to throw a dog off a balcony to it's death just because I'm pissed off. Nor do I ever resort to shooting folks just because of the color of their skin. I'm not so special that I can't wait patiently in a grocery store line while someone in front of me writes a check to pay the bill. I'm even willing to let folks with a handful of items go ahead of me so they don't have to wait long just to buy a loaf of bread. I even understand that the semi driver stopped at the light in front of me needs quite a bit more road than I do to get back up to speed. He can't just tromp on the gas and be 5 miles over the speed limit by the time he reaches the other side of the intersection. Life just doesn't work that way, of course, all you "special just because you were born" don't understand that, do you? It must suck to feel that every obstacle in life is put there just to irritate your ass. Can't be any other explanation for those obstacles can there? You were taught from birth that you never had to take responsibility for anything. Life was going to hand you roses or whatever else you needed to feel good. After all, you don't have to lift a finger to accomplish anything, YOU were born special. Which doesn't mean that anyone has any respect for you. Apparently you know that since you don't even respect yourself. People with self respect don't sit around whining about life. We accept that we aren't going to make the right decision all the time and we do the best we can to fix what we break. People with self respect don't feel that we're better than you are, we're just sick and tired of listening to the litany of reasons why you think life sucks. Get over yourself. You weren't born special, you were born the same way the rest of us were. You're going to have the same problems the rest of us do, and if you win one once in awhile, it's because you made the effort to do something instead of complain about it. In other words, you get to take out what you put into life. It isn't life that sucks, it's YOU! Now do something about that will you?