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Fool me once, shame on you

Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.

You know what stinks in being a responsible human? Having to take responsibility. It is difficult, oh, I get that. People DO NOT want to do it. I don’t always want to.  But we gotta.   The worst though, is when you have to own up to your part in your own frustrations. When people screw you over and you have to have a long talk with your SELF to determine just how it got this far.

You wanted to believe. And it gets thrown in your face. Nobody made you want to believe, even if they encouraged your delusion with hyperbolic expressions of charity. You, you still are responsible for wanting to believe. No gun to your head. No threats to your person. Just a lack of awareness that blindsides you. Still, we are responsible for both our actions AND expectations even and especially, when we let them override our awareness of how things ARE, as opposed to how we WANT them to be.

People lie right to your face. You cannot stop them.  People are gunning for number one, make no mistake. You cannot force them to realize their selfishness.  But what you can do, is be aware of the folly.  Shake it off knowing that you can change you.   Conquer the desire to want, even if it is to trust. Accept them as they are, expect nothing, and be pleasantly surprised when anyone does anything for someone else.   Do not doubt that they will, nor should you simply hope.  If something good is to be done, do it, and let others follow if they choose.

The Dharma Wheel turns so that nothing sticks to it. Turn, turn, turn.


You cannot stop people from trying to take advantage of you, they will do what it takes to get what they want, but you can stop them by releasing their hold on you.   Having nothing they can take even if you are left naked with your integrity alone.


Dear Thieves.

To all the thieves out there…

God bless you. Your ignorance overwhelms you to distraction where in you cannot clearly see the ramifications of your actions.

People don’t trust you. You are unworthy of respect.  Taking what is not yours is wrong.

But I understand why you do it.

You see things, things you really want, and you equate them with success generally due to the character of the person who possesses them, and you want to feel their integrity as your own, yet, you lack the character to achieve such procurement yourself, maybe you are lazy, maybe you are stupid, but regardless of the trait of deficiency, you are all bound to a selfishness and greed that supersedes the level of dignity most humans abide by.

You are pathetic, and sorrowful.

Yet I feel so much compassion for you.

You are confused. Things do not make us great, and stolen things lead to a great justifiable paranoia that is hard to shake and brings sickness to your life.  Always looking over your shoulder, wondering who you can trust.  Why wouldn’t your things get stolen? I mean, you stole them to begin with. You know firsthand that they can be stolen.  Will they? Won’t they?  Nothing ever feels secure.

You take other’s belongings because its easier than working for them.  You lie and steal because you are weak and suffer from a glaring lack of awareness.

Keep my things. They do not define me. You will never look good in my hats, you will never be cool sporting my handmade bag, and you will never rock my favorite shirt.

These things were cool because I wore them, not the other way around.  And I take pleasure in knowing EVERYTIME you put on my clothes, sleep in my comforter, wear my lids, use my phones, carry my bag, that you will be secretly deep down inside wishing, praying begging god or whomever that you were as kick ass as I am. You will not be.

That is the hilarity of it all. You took my things, because you sooooo want to be like me. I don’t  blame you. If I weren’t me, I’d wanna be me too. No argument here regarding your choice of worship.  You are right to want to emulate me.  Why else take my things??? Pure Freud and a little Jung.  However, sorry to burst your bubble, but you cannot and will not be as cool as I am so long as you have to steal to do it.

I merit my badass status by being a badass.  You can’t steal this. You have to earn it.

And this is the karma of thieving.

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