Theme Song for The Month...
Yeah, I'm tired (on more than one level, it seems) of the whining I slog through daily...who knew we were raising a generation of young'uns whose motto seems to be "but-but-but-it's-not-FAAAAAAAAIR".
Two decades ago I had a soft spot a mile wide (mostly in my head, I think) for every sad story that came down the pike. Then I realized, hell-- if I thought long and hard enough, *I* have a few sad tales of my own, and nobody handed me a g-dmn thing. (Wow, was that "old coot" enough for ya? GET OFF MY LAWN, YOU WHIPPERSNAPPERS!)
I actually have students who think that a diagnosis of ADHD is a permission slip to not have to sit still (ever! Period). Not to mention the ones who are wrapped up in their own sense of anger and injustice at the shitpile life has handed them. I won't waste pixels in detailing each story, but I'm sure you can guess at some of 'em. Most involve abandonment of some kind, abuse or violence--either witnessed or suffered--and for some reason, the message they got was "the world owes me!"
Since when? Seriously?
What happened to "you CAN get past this, it's going to suck hard at first, but you are stronger than this set of circumstances. We'll help you do it, but YOU have to do the work"? Two decades go by, and have I become a heartless bitch or has it become okay to spin your wheels and moan?
I can be the world's biggest lump of compassion, I really can. And my heart aches for most of them, who are just trying to make sense of a senseless situation...but the ones who give up and curl up into a ball because life's too hard, or ball up their fists and lash out at anyone who has the unmitigated gall to ask THEM to do anything they don't want to do, those are the ones I'd like to straighten out--and fast--the old fashioned way.
With that in mind, I d/l'ed a song that I think speaks to my mindset today. To wit: I am tired of *your* sense of entitlement/victimplay putting me into unhappy, uncomfortable, unworkable or dire straits. Wanna talk "not fair"? Pull up a chair and let's dish.
Shape up, fercryinoutloud. Life is hardball. Wear a cup.
That being said, I will offer my continued philosophy of love-wrapped-in-an-asswhuppin' to every last one of 'em...I'm just fed up with the enablers who make it so much more attractive to curl up and whimper, y'know??
Here's the song via YouTube, with thanks to the Eagles for making it okay to NOT be PC.
You bitch about the present, blame it on the past; I'd like to find your inner child and KICK ITS LITTLE ASS!
Two decades ago I had a soft spot a mile wide (mostly in my head, I think) for every sad story that came down the pike. Then I realized, hell-- if I thought long and hard enough, *I* have a few sad tales of my own, and nobody handed me a g-dmn thing. (Wow, was that "old coot" enough for ya? GET OFF MY LAWN, YOU WHIPPERSNAPPERS!)
I actually have students who think that a diagnosis of ADHD is a permission slip to not have to sit still (ever! Period). Not to mention the ones who are wrapped up in their own sense of anger and injustice at the shitpile life has handed them. I won't waste pixels in detailing each story, but I'm sure you can guess at some of 'em. Most involve abandonment of some kind, abuse or violence--either witnessed or suffered--and for some reason, the message they got was "the world owes me!"
Since when? Seriously?
What happened to "you CAN get past this, it's going to suck hard at first, but you are stronger than this set of circumstances. We'll help you do it, but YOU have to do the work"? Two decades go by, and have I become a heartless bitch or has it become okay to spin your wheels and moan?
I can be the world's biggest lump of compassion, I really can. And my heart aches for most of them, who are just trying to make sense of a senseless situation...but the ones who give up and curl up into a ball because life's too hard, or ball up their fists and lash out at anyone who has the unmitigated gall to ask THEM to do anything they don't want to do, those are the ones I'd like to straighten out--and fast--the old fashioned way.
With that in mind, I d/l'ed a song that I think speaks to my mindset today. To wit: I am tired of *your* sense of entitlement/victimplay putting me into unhappy, uncomfortable, unworkable or dire straits. Wanna talk "not fair"? Pull up a chair and let's dish.
Shape up, fercryinoutloud. Life is hardball. Wear a cup.
That being said, I will offer my continued philosophy of love-wrapped-in-an-asswhuppin' to every last one of 'em...I'm just fed up with the enablers who make it so much more attractive to curl up and whimper, y'know??
Here's the song via YouTube, with thanks to the Eagles for making it okay to NOT be PC.
Click to viewYou bitch about the present, blame it on the past; I'd like to find your inner child and KICK ITS LITTLE ASS!