No good deed goes unpunished
Thinking back, in the last couple years, I have really pissed off some people.
Not that this should come as any kind of a surprise. I’m abrasive enough that I’ve been pissing people off all my life. It’s kind fo a defense mechanism, and it weeds out the worst trash. Only someone willing to get past the exterior will make the effort, and those people are treasures.
I’m not going to break my arm patting myself on the back, but I will say I’m a loyal friend, and I’ll put up with a lot of shit from someone I care about.
In the last year I’ve had people I’ve gone far out of my way for treat me like shit, people who I care about and respect who got pissy because I disagreed with them, people who were downright rude to me when I tried to help them. Family members. Good friends. I obsessed about it at first, and then I figured it out.
Fuck ’em. No, really, fuck ’em. I still love all those people, I still respect them, I still care for them. But I’m god-damned if I pretend to be anything I’m not so someone will like me. I don’t give a good goddamn if anyone likes me but the Ogwife.
I used to be extra careful around this person or that person or whomever not to offend them, or hurt their feelings (most usually because they were morons) or not say this or that or the other because that would set them off. And it drove me nuts. So now? Fuck ’em. I can’t be responsible for other people’s happiness and if they can’t figure it out I can’t help them. I can pray that they get their shit together but I’m too damned busy to be everything for everyone.
So if I’ve pissed you off here, tough. It don’t mean I don’t like you or care about you, but if you’re that thin skinned or worse, I can’t fix that.
Life is too short for bad food, cheap booze, thin skinned people.
Update: If you think any of this is about you, it probably isn’t. Most of the people I’ve pissed off have no idea what a blog is.
27 comments Og | Uncategorized
Yep. As usual, you have full backing, along with concurrence.
On the other hand, you’ll have to send me the full story in an email.
Yeah Og, I think maybe I’m with you in a very specific way there.
Heh. I like that attitude- it’s much like mine.
Too bad you’re way the hell out where you are; I’d bet we’d get along just fine…’cept I’ve been known to go with the cheap booze on occasion.
Bloggers are pretty insular. You talk to non-bloggers and tell them you have a blog, the typical reaction is to look blank and say “What’s a blog?”
I could have written that word for word. I have to get over compassion. I’ve been way too good to a lot of people, and a lot of them understand nothing but banishment – shunning. That, I picked up from the Amish. It’s better than a punch to the face or a kick to the groin. No one has gone to jail for shunning someone. But then you get new growth once the underbrush is burned off.
I’ve read Bill Zehme’s books on DiMaggio, Sinatra, and Carson (that one excerpted in Esquire – it never came out in book form), and one thing common to all was that if someone made a fool or undercut them, they were out of that person’s life for good, with no parole.
My sentiments exactly.
I’ve noticed that men, including myself, tend to take that attitude as we get older. I think it’s a growing sense of the value of time, or as you put it, “Life is too short…”
Some people call this “grumpy”. Fuck ’em.
Others call it “crabby”. Fuck ’em too
I have been a curmudgeon as long as I can remember. I got sick and tired of being Mr. Nice Guy a long time ago.
Hi all ~ I can get along with anyone. I get in chit around here because sometimes I leave the neanderpundit up on the computer screen and there are some horrible posts filled with prfanity and filth. I don’t care, if you don’t like it don’t read it. Other than the filth and f words everyone around here seems to be a good chit and that is all that counts.
But now I make sure the computer in the rec centre is turned off or set back to some place safe for the sake of our thin skinned seniors. I can deal with think skinned people without becoming one myself.
And before you can tell me to fuck off with that sanctimonious lecture I shall show myself out, thank you very much!
Have a nice day everyone and play nice or I’ll paddle the lot of you.
Been doing some weeding out in my own life recently. The most recent was an association of more than 45 years.
When I started to feel like a hypocrite because of how well I treated people who treated me like shit, well, that realization made me not like myself.
Enough is enough, ya know?
I’m better than that.
Jean, yes, you are.
And anyoine who calls himself rusty piss bucket is OK in my book.
I am much more comfortable around people who are direct. I always know where they are coming from – no surprises. I spent ten years working for a man who played games and was more interested in keeping people off-balance rather than conducting his business well and making money. Life is too short to put up with that crap.
Now, my boss is considered by many to be too blunt and a grump, but I like his style just fine, thank you. I always know what’s expected of me and I can be blunt and direct right back at him without pissing him off. It’s a much more efficient way to get the work done and I, for one, am very comfortable with it.
Well I think it’s about me, og.
Because I’m such a delicate flower and all…
yeah, i have to admit i wrote this all because Jay is a poopy head.
Mooooooommmm! Og’s callin’ me names agin!
I have spent the last 10 years of my life walking on egg shells around some folks, this post and the comments have me thinking it might be time to end that crap. I feel like I’m hardwired to try and help people even when I know I’ll get screwed in the end.
I know, I’m an idiot.
Well said. Some people won’t be pleased not matter what you do for them, and some will shit all over you for the same reason.
Hell, this philosophy helped me pick my blog persona…
I got you five by five, Ham.
“I’m abrasive enough that I’ve been pissing people off all my life. It’s kind fo a defense mechanism, and it weeds out the worst trash. Only someone willing to get past the exterior will make the effort, and those people are treasures. ”
Yep… Timely post, Og. I’ve spent a shit load of time on somebody… off and on for 2 years and … poof! Friendship gone.
Obviously too fragile for a jackass like me. Let the person keep the ass-kissers. Couldn’t know the difference between what an HONEST friend is and a stab-in-the-back. Fuck em.
This commenter is homeless. Mind if I hang out at your website? I promise to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth (even if it makes you kick my ass) – and I don’t have an ounce of libtardation to slow me down. Snarkiness is free.
It’s a big tent. it’s made out of one of my old shirts.
Blow me.
I once heard Alan Colmes’ ranting with some caller when he had a radio show. They couldn’t agree on ANYTHING. Finally the caller says, “Alan, can we at least agree that friends don’t let friends drive drunk?” Colmes countered, “Sir, friends don’t tell friends what to do.”
WTF?!?!? Some fuckin’ “friend” Colmes would make, ehh? Pissed me off so bad I SERIOUSLY thought about ripping the fucking radio out with my barehands so I could run over it a few times. I NEVER listened to that asswipe again. EVER.
Oh yeah, fuck you.
No, fuck YOU.
Colmes was such a dorkchop.
“it’s made out of one of my old shirts.”
I was wondering what those stains were.
“No, fuck YOU.” – Og
You wouldn’t enjoy it. I’d just lay there and scream.
ooh, you make noise!
“it’s made out of one of my old shirts. ”
Cool. No need for insect repellent then….