I know that evil is evil. I know that deliberate, cruel, calculating misery is evil. But what about when someone is blissfully stupid over and over and over again? At what point does this absolute refusal to GET A BRAIN become evil? Because I think it does. I think stubborn stupidity that has negative results, even when delivered with a smile and the innocent blinking of a lamb, very quickly crosses over into evil.
The boyfriend is EVIL! (read stupid on such a colossal scale that it will block out the sun)
Let's establish a few guidelines before I continue my rant. The idea that what you do is YOUR business and only effects you is pure and utter CRAP, in my mind. The idea that no one can make you feel bad without your permission is also PURE CRAP. If you are impervious to the slings and arrows and hurts of others then YOU have a borderline personality disorder that YOU ought to seek treatment for. BUt those of us who consider others valuable and worthy are indeed vulnerable to the pain others inflict. The only way to be immune to bad feelings is to be a raging narcissist yourself. (or psychopath or sociopath or a big fat bully disguised as assertive)
Thus, I contend, that when you live with blithering idiots, their behaviour does indeed trickle down onto you. Living with morons in close proximity can pollute the water you drink, the air you breathe and the life you live.
Right now Horse Daughter, when face to face with the stunned choices and profound failings of the other, says that 'what he does is His Business', IS FOOLING HERSELF! Very soon, when your life is embroiled with a dirtbag, you find that HIS BUSINESS becomes YOUR PROBLEMS! That his failings reflect on you! That people who view him as an idiot very quickly view you as an idiot for staying with him!
With this one, it's small things. Today it was the seatbelt. He will not wear his seatbelt. He and I have had this fight. Oh, he's a big, blustery tough guy. His life has been saved many times because he DIDN'T have his seatbelt on. Really? When? How many head on collision have you been in, you idiot, that you managed to keep your skinny butt planted in the seat and NOT fly out the windshield? And if you, in your short life, have been in that many bad car wrecks, most of which you were likely the driver, just slither off and stay under a rock because society does NOT need self involved, short sighted, immediate gratification thrill seekers like YOU out on the public roadways!
AGH! Just put on your seatbelt! Does this really challenge your masculinity that much? Just keep yourself in a vehicle in case, Gordon forbid, there is an accident and my (seemingly brain dead) Daughter does NOT have to suffer the trauma of watching you fly face first through the windshield of her truck! OR some other family does not have to have your body flopping and plopping around the road, traumatizing them and their kids. Out of consideration for OTHER PEOPLE, just place this one little item across your lap and shoulder and do what you can to protect the feelings and lives of others. IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU, you navel gazing $hithead!
AAAHAAGHGHAAAA!
I have NO PATIENCE for people whose main thrust in life is to do what they want, how they want, when they want with NO REGARD for the trickle down effect on others. When this weed lives all by himself on a planet inhabited by no one, then he can drive how he wants. He can wear no seatbelt and smash into trees and die that way, if he wants. But he is surrounded by people who will be HUGELY affected by the event of his death, should it happen, and his careless disregard for this potential outcome is as hateful and evil as if he was killing kittens for fun.
It will be easy to say 'what he does is his business'. BUt it is easy to be wrong and in this situation, that response is dead wrong. It is his business to grow a set, think beyond the end of his selfish, stupid nose, and consider the trickle down effects of this unforgivable and repulsive bravado. The only positive in this is that while he is not belted in, it will be easier for Horse Daughter to kick his skinny butt out into the ditch and drive away without him. Now when is SHE going to grow a brain? Did I raise her to be this stupid?
I have failed as a mother.
The boyfriend is EVIL! (read stupid on such a colossal scale that it will block out the sun)
Let's establish a few guidelines before I continue my rant. The idea that what you do is YOUR business and only effects you is pure and utter CRAP, in my mind. The idea that no one can make you feel bad without your permission is also PURE CRAP. If you are impervious to the slings and arrows and hurts of others then YOU have a borderline personality disorder that YOU ought to seek treatment for. BUt those of us who consider others valuable and worthy are indeed vulnerable to the pain others inflict. The only way to be immune to bad feelings is to be a raging narcissist yourself. (or psychopath or sociopath or a big fat bully disguised as assertive)
Thus, I contend, that when you live with blithering idiots, their behaviour does indeed trickle down onto you. Living with morons in close proximity can pollute the water you drink, the air you breathe and the life you live.
Right now Horse Daughter, when face to face with the stunned choices and profound failings of the other, says that 'what he does is His Business', IS FOOLING HERSELF! Very soon, when your life is embroiled with a dirtbag, you find that HIS BUSINESS becomes YOUR PROBLEMS! That his failings reflect on you! That people who view him as an idiot very quickly view you as an idiot for staying with him!
With this one, it's small things. Today it was the seatbelt. He will not wear his seatbelt. He and I have had this fight. Oh, he's a big, blustery tough guy. His life has been saved many times because he DIDN'T have his seatbelt on. Really? When? How many head on collision have you been in, you idiot, that you managed to keep your skinny butt planted in the seat and NOT fly out the windshield? And if you, in your short life, have been in that many bad car wrecks, most of which you were likely the driver, just slither off and stay under a rock because society does NOT need self involved, short sighted, immediate gratification thrill seekers like YOU out on the public roadways!
AGH! Just put on your seatbelt! Does this really challenge your masculinity that much? Just keep yourself in a vehicle in case, Gordon forbid, there is an accident and my (seemingly brain dead) Daughter does NOT have to suffer the trauma of watching you fly face first through the windshield of her truck! OR some other family does not have to have your body flopping and plopping around the road, traumatizing them and their kids. Out of consideration for OTHER PEOPLE, just place this one little item across your lap and shoulder and do what you can to protect the feelings and lives of others. IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU, you navel gazing $hithead!
AAAHAAGHGHAAAA!
I have NO PATIENCE for people whose main thrust in life is to do what they want, how they want, when they want with NO REGARD for the trickle down effect on others. When this weed lives all by himself on a planet inhabited by no one, then he can drive how he wants. He can wear no seatbelt and smash into trees and die that way, if he wants. But he is surrounded by people who will be HUGELY affected by the event of his death, should it happen, and his careless disregard for this potential outcome is as hateful and evil as if he was killing kittens for fun.
It will be easy to say 'what he does is his business'. BUt it is easy to be wrong and in this situation, that response is dead wrong. It is his business to grow a set, think beyond the end of his selfish, stupid nose, and consider the trickle down effects of this unforgivable and repulsive bravado. The only positive in this is that while he is not belted in, it will be easier for Horse Daughter to kick his skinny butt out into the ditch and drive away without him. Now when is SHE going to grow a brain? Did I raise her to be this stupid?
I have failed as a mother.