posted on Oct, 20 2012 @ 12:51 AM
What defines the way a person is? Is it their upbringing? The way they view the world? Or the constant battering life seems to throw at us in the vain
sense of somehow making us better and stronger people that can be there for those we love?
I write this rant today after venting my frustration at both a neighbour and a co-worker about just that. By no means am I the happiest person on the
planet, but I can honestly say for the first time in nearly forty years I feel as though I have pulled myself out of deep water and am contentedly
relaxing on the beach (or perhaps catching my breath, which ever way you look at it).
Apparently this is not enough for some people though. That somehow if you aren’t some little happy bundle of joy beaming rainbows and sunshine out
of every orifice, you are somehow just some miserable wretch, that according to both of these sheltered and well-to-do society types “would crack
his face if he ever smiled.”
Well today, at least one of them copped the raw end of my rage. The fact is, most people don’t really have a clue what each of us have been through
in our lives, that make us the way we are. You don’t know that at age 15, my best friend at the time threw himself off a three storey building,
committing suicide before my very eyes. That I had to stay there and watch the amulance and police cart him away as they pumped me for questions about
why and how he did what he did. You don’t know that at age 27 I watched the love of my life die from cancer, someone I always wanted to spend the
rest of my life with, but was robbed of that opportunity by fate. The same goes for me. I don’t know what has happened to you in your life that has
made you the way you are. It’s these kinds of things that have a part in shaping who we are, and how we view the world.
But you know what? I’ve learned not to judge people by their demeanour. Not everyone has had a sheltered life of privilege as these two morons have
had, not everyone has seen the kind of things I have that tend to make the smile disappear from your face. Doesn’t automatically mean you or I are
miserable all the time, nor the fact you should a) automatically assume that of us, or b) bring that fact up as a running joke to give yourself a
little bit of trollish fun at our expense. Because you might just cop some grumpy old guy that is sick and tired of listening to your pathetic
opinion, telling you how it really is.
Truth is, I consider myself a very lucky guy. I have great family, a great life and generally have accomplished most of the goals I set out to do.
There has been some fires, whirlwinds and general catastrophes along the way, but you know all these things serve to do is temper a person into being
strong enough to face the reality of the world. And that truth is, sometimes it sucks. Sometimes it crushes you down to the point where you just want
to give up. But you don’t. Why? Because, if you’re learning things in this life, you know there might just be something new and awesome just
around the corner that keeps you going. Because everything you learn, whether it be good or bad serves you to be a better person, and be a little
wiser and a little smarter for knowing them. But just because someone isn’t straining their jaw to smile at you, don’t just write them off as a
misery guts before you get the chance to find out what makes them who they truly are. And for God’s sake, don’t judge. Not everyone is like
Remember, walk a mile in a man’s shoes before you know him.
OK, rant over, resume normal programming....