It's that time again. Every few years I find one of these fucks and scream:

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

The first time I disappointed my dad was the day I was born. Well. Really, the first time was one month before I was born, as I was thirty days late. But we're keeping this simple.

I disappointed him by coming out with girl parts as opposed to the boy parts the doctor assured him I would possess. I continue to disappoint him to this day because of this fact.

I disappointed my mother, for the first time, shortly after birth when at a very young age I refused to be her fucking dress-up dolly and picked out my own clothes. She continues to be disappointed in me for this reason.

Every time I got into a fight at school or failed to be popular in some area, I got a lecture and a guilt trip and then got the shit beat out of me for making the family look bad.

Every time I told a teacher what was going on, they'd go drinking with my dad. I'd come home. Get a lecture and a guilt trip. Then get the shit beat out of me for making the family look bad.

When I refused to drop out of high school, get married to a pig farmer's son (who's family was friends with my family), and shit out kids - I did more than disappoint. I spat in the faces of my entire father's family. And his family is huge.

I got grounded for skipping prom, despite the fact my parents drank their paychecks so there was no money for a dress or any of that shit.

When I went to college - more disappointment and pissed off-ness.

When I left college and took off for Iowa because I was going psychotic between my failures to adapt to normal society and daily phone calls from my mother saying she was going to kill herself if I didn't come home, that was another shit storm.

And since I've refused to go back for more than a week or so every five years, I am the anti-christ.

I have dealt with more shit in my life than someone like you has ever fucking known existed. Name the abuse, I've lived it.

I'm not playing a game here, I'm not doing the woe-is-me, I'm so pitiful, shower sympathy on me and make your Queen.

Fuck that. Fuck you. Fall over and die in a fire.

I am telling you this because I will not stop calling you on your bullshit every fucking time you try to guilt trip, bully, or emotionally blackmail someone and hold them hostage for your amusement. I will not stop telling you when you are lying, when you are using your 'damage' to get something you want. I can see your game. I know you are playing. Your trauma can be real. Your crazy can be real. I'm not calling you a fake.

Being called on your bullshit works wonders for increasing your ability to find your big girl panties, put them on, and get over it. Really. I'm not just a member, I'm also a client.

TL;DR - I am saying:

1.) You are not a special snowflake.

2.) There is no fucking fairy godmother coming to deliver you from the trials of participating as a functioning member of society.

3.) You cannot be damaged, flawed, and helpless AND be perfect in every possible aspect at the same time.

4.) Shut the fuck up. Get over yourself. Get some fucking therapy.

OR KILL ME.

[Luna]

Well said.

[Slyph]

As bad as all that is, it would be worse to go through life without your obvious merits. Their impediments and trials might be molehills to your mountains, but you might be a yeti unto an ant. You're just plain better than them, what now?

[Luna]

You'd be surprised at how well ants can cope.

Some people would just plain wallow in their issues, no matter how small, than put on their big girl panties and DEAL.  We all do it...  God knows I've had my fill of my OWN wallowing in my own misery over the past year or so.  It's deciding to get up off the floor, stop leaning on everyone else, and deal with your own shit that makes you an actual human being.

[Freeky]

Wow. Just blowing off some steam?

Was a good rant, in any case.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

8/10, would read again.

Nicely done.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Very good, agree 100%.

[Phox]

Agreed.

[Wyldkat]

Very well said, especially this:

I am telling you this because I will not stop calling you on your bullshit every fucking time you try to guilt trip, bully, or emotionally blackmail someone and hold them hostage for your amusement. I will not stop telling you when you are lying, when you are using your 'damage' to get something you want. I can see your game. I know you are playing. Your trauma can be real. Your crazy can be real. I'm not calling you a fake.

Being called on your bullshit works wonders for increasing your ability to find your big girl panties, put them on, and get over it. Really. I'm not just a member, I'm also a client.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

As bad as all that is, it would be worse to go through life without your obvious merits. Their impediments and trials might be molehills to your mountains, but you might be a yeti unto an ant. You're just plain better than them, what now?

Yeah, I was kinda hoping to avoid the "my life sucks worse than yours" vibe. I was hoping to keep it more at a "I've been there too" feeling. But I got rolling and lost the reins a little bit. :S

I think assuming people are incapable of growing and moving past their bullshit, unless they have some sort of mental incapacity, is insulting and/or enabling.

At the very least, exploring their ticks and quirks might help them understand themselves better instead of feeling so confused and out of place all the time.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Thanks, y'all.

[East Coast Hustle]

I liked it.

Had no idea you were a girl until now.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I liked it.

Had no idea you were a girl until now.

I get that a lot. Gender dysphoria is strong within me. I get mistaken for a guy on the phone as well.

[Jenne]

As bad as all that is, it would be worse to go through life without your obvious merits. Their impediments and trials might be molehills to your mountains, but you might be a yeti unto an ant. You're just plain better than them, what now?

Yeah, I was kinda hoping to avoid the "my life sucks worse than yours" vibe. I was hoping to keep it more at a "I've been there too" feeling. But I got rolling and lost the reins a little bit. :S

I think assuming people are incapable of growing and moving past their bullshit, unless they have some sort of mental incapacity, is insulting and/or enabling.

At the very least, exploring their ticks and quirks might help them understand themselves better instead of feeling so confused and out of place all the time.

...I've been recently told, by my old man, no less, who before he went to prison was a HORRIBLE control freak when it came to those around him (esp those he loved): 

YOU CAN'T SAVE 'EM ALL.

This was on the heels of being told by my younger brother it would've been "better for our relationship" if I'd have LIED to his ass and blamed my husband for things I said no to.  Instead of, you know, telling the Horrible Truth^TM and sticking to it.

Part of me agrees.  Part of me sees how trying to stay on top of the wreckage of what's going down around me can cost me.  And then part of me also sees that I don't want to surround myself with fuckers who tell me it's better to LIE and throw my husband under the bus than deal honestly and be able to look at myself in the mirror.

...where was I going with this?  I don't know.

[Jenne]

Oh and I really like the OP.