it's not his fault he's a fuck up.

So is it the birds' fault for the big bloody feather mess? Or as for the telephone poles, that since there are birds flying around, telephone wires should not exist because it is too tempting for the birds to fly into them? It's all the telephone poles' fault. It should be illegal for the telephone wires to exist because of the disastrous and messy temptation that ensues year after year? Telephone wire = disaster of the pigeons. Big and bloody feather mess. Down with the telephone poles, lets make a big bon-fire. Ha, a big bone-fire made out of all those bloody pigeon feathers.

I left my car unlocked, so it is my fault that the junky can feed his addiction by stealing my shitty car stereo/tape player. I, clean and sober, enable ten seconds of crack-induced bliss. It's all my fault that there is this horrible blight upon society. I need to do more, right? I'll just own nothing of value.... or is it my Toyota's fault for not reminding me that I needed to lock the door last night? He (my Toyota) is in jail right now. He will be chilling with all the other locked up and decrepit junk-yard cars for a few days so he can realize just how good he has it with me on the outside in normal society. That will make him think twice next time he thinks that he shouldn't be reminding me he's unlocked, that bastardo. He can eat all that shitty junk-yard car 5W-30 until his teeth fall out, fuck him. He needs to get his priorities straight. I need reliable transportation or else I'M TELLING MOM.

Yea, it's nice to blame others when we fuck up, but really, doesn't that just constitute another address on the avenue Fuck-up? Why try to escape the fact that you fucked up? It makes you look bad-ass if you are able and willing to talk about and call out attention to your fuck up. It makes you look like a sorry ass loser if you try to explain away and place blame on other forces and people besides yourself for the qualities that surround your life and the direction that it is going in. We are at the helm of our ship, turning the wheel and deciding which island and things to acquire and accomplish.

It's never someone else's fault that you went to, 'that one island where the natives like to eat people and now you are out a left limb.' It sucks limping around, but get over it and get over yourself, that's just how it's going to be from now on.

Or, you can go retreat to the comfortable basement of your mommie's house so you can live your life there because someone else fucked it up, not (PERFECT) you. Just remember, it's never your fault that you are a fuck up. Plus, don't worry, you can blame your sorry ass situation on the fact that you had a fucked up family life when you were young and formative, which never gave you a solid footing in being an adult person who makes good choices. It's not your fault, it's all somebody else's doings.

Wake the fuck up: everybody had a rough time growing up, and thinking that you had it worse than anybody else is a big neon highway sign showing everybody you come into contact with that you are a major loser who will amount to nothing. So, go ahead and build all those houses of sand and pop sickle sticks, because I love to laugh when you cry because the water of true life shuts that shit down all the fucking time.

The Journey of Life is hard and amazing and sad with shots of light and dark happiness. We all are going through the same thing, just with different details of the same old shit that's been going on since the dawn of our time here on earth. You have it no harder or easier than me.