Dear Universe,
If you listen in on my meditations, you should know that lately, I've been meditating on anger. A lot. Much of it is very specific; I've narrowed my triggers down from "everything" to just stupid people. And at the end of the day, I recognize getting mad at them is pointless. But getting to that realization, after trying to rationalize away their inconsideration, their flakiness, their idiocy, their apathy to the consequences of their bad behavior, or their plain bad luck (if I am to believe them, but what does it matter when they blow their second chances too)... it's gotten very tiring, and I do not believe that you're trying to make me hate humanity. Because it's getting into that territory right now.
I beg you, please give the idiots of the universe a conscience. An intellect. Empathy. Not just for my sake but for their karma and for all the people who have to deal with them now and in the future.
Please help me direct the apartment and the items we are trying to pass on to someone deserving, to someone deserving.
Please do it in as little time as possible, with as few obstacles as possible.
If this constant encountering of trying people is due to something I have done in the past, please consider the fact that I have been treating everyone, even the flakes, with respect, and more politeness than some of them have warranted. In the almost-stupid notion to not be mad at them, I've gotten mad at myself for trying unsuccessfully to not to be mad at them.
If you cannot do all this, then just please make this terrible moving month pass as quickly as possible. I can't take this much longer.
Edit: I'm not counting, but the latest C$%^*list ad - just one ad - pretty much gave me 3 flakers in a row. I didn't even double-count the person "in a crisis" who flaked twice.
I beg you, please give the idiots of the universe a conscience. An intellect. Empathy. Not just for my sake but for their karma and for all the people who have to deal with them now and in the future.
Please help me direct the apartment and the items we are trying to pass on to someone deserving, to someone deserving.
Please do it in as little time as possible, with as few obstacles as possible.
If this constant encountering of trying people is due to something I have done in the past, please consider the fact that I have been treating everyone, even the flakes, with respect, and more politeness than some of them have warranted. In the almost-stupid notion to not be mad at them, I've gotten mad at myself for trying unsuccessfully to not to be mad at them.
If you cannot do all this, then just please make this terrible moving month pass as quickly as possible. I can't take this much longer.
Edit: I'm not counting, but the latest C$%^*list ad - just one ad - pretty much gave me 3 flakers in a row. I didn't even double-count the person "in a crisis" who flaked twice.