This reminds me of a story from my last workplace. All adult males from 50ish to 70ish tears of age. 2 guys, call them Butch and Billy, despised each other. The only thing they hated, more than each other, was me. See, they considered me a brownnoser because I got along very well with the owner of the 25-employee company, ''Kenny.'' At one point, I guess it kind of bothered me that B&B hated me. Then one early morning, unbeknownst to B&B, I overheard them bad mouthing me over their CB radios. They were calling me some pretty nasty things that I won't elucidate here. After pondering all that for a few minutes, a switch flipped in my head and I had a little chuckle to myself. As luck would have it, or by divine intervention(?), at the end of that long day B,B and myself all happened to return to the shop around the same time. As I was walking towards the shop exit, I took a slightly circuitous route which took me past where Butch and Billy were having a chat. As I passed by, without breaking stride, I interrupted them and cheerfully said something to the effect of, ''Hi guys, you know it really warms my heart, after all these years, to see you getting along so well!'' As they stood there speechless (which was a rarity for either of those big mouths) I zipped thru the exit door and as it shut behind me laughed quietly to myself! Rob D, thanks for this article and for reminding me of that classic moment.
And what's really difficult is when people say things that DO hurt us... When what they say about us causes serious problems, such as not being able to get a job, or not being able to be trusted to do what most people do without any trouble.
I can't visit my elderly parents now, because my brothers want me to submit to humiliations and abuse before I am "allowed." They say I can't be trusted. They say I am violent and abusive to strangers and to family members. I am treated as a pariah by people who don't know me, and by people who do.
This seems to all come back to Covid. I am not Mike Yeadon, but I understand how he felt.
So... mostly the sticks and stones are the problem, but ... not always.
My one hope is that if I can trust in the Creator to set things right, and not be filled with rage and hatred, then maybe good things can happen. It's damn hard, but I do succeed at times, in and out of it. It's often hard to sleep.
I'm not saying this to get sympathy. I'm saying people can be very cruel, and without any physical attack, they can hurt others very deeply. It seems to be a kind of trend these days...
Yeah... I had to stop listening to shows that spend hours going into bullshit that I know is just a trick.
There's so much half bullshit out there in alt media and it helps to realize that they can be idiots as much as the normies.
This reminds me of a story from my last workplace. All adult males from 50ish to 70ish tears of age. 2 guys, call them Butch and Billy, despised each other. The only thing they hated, more than each other, was me. See, they considered me a brownnoser because I got along very well with the owner of the 25-employee company, ''Kenny.'' At one point, I guess it kind of bothered me that B&B hated me. Then one early morning, unbeknownst to B&B, I overheard them bad mouthing me over their CB radios. They were calling me some pretty nasty things that I won't elucidate here. After pondering all that for a few minutes, a switch flipped in my head and I had a little chuckle to myself. As luck would have it, or by divine intervention(?), at the end of that long day B,B and myself all happened to return to the shop around the same time. As I was walking towards the shop exit, I took a slightly circuitous route which took me past where Butch and Billy were having a chat. As I passed by, without breaking stride, I interrupted them and cheerfully said something to the effect of, ''Hi guys, you know it really warms my heart, after all these years, to see you getting along so well!'' As they stood there speechless (which was a rarity for either of those big mouths) I zipped thru the exit door and as it shut behind me laughed quietly to myself! Rob D, thanks for this article and for reminding me of that classic moment.
Yes, indeed.
And what's really difficult is when people say things that DO hurt us... When what they say about us causes serious problems, such as not being able to get a job, or not being able to be trusted to do what most people do without any trouble.
I can't visit my elderly parents now, because my brothers want me to submit to humiliations and abuse before I am "allowed." They say I can't be trusted. They say I am violent and abusive to strangers and to family members. I am treated as a pariah by people who don't know me, and by people who do.
This seems to all come back to Covid. I am not Mike Yeadon, but I understand how he felt.
So... mostly the sticks and stones are the problem, but ... not always.
My one hope is that if I can trust in the Creator to set things right, and not be filled with rage and hatred, then maybe good things can happen. It's damn hard, but I do succeed at times, in and out of it. It's often hard to sleep.
I'm not saying this to get sympathy. I'm saying people can be very cruel, and without any physical attack, they can hurt others very deeply. It seems to be a kind of trend these days...