Let me tell you of the unjust workings of the world. Let me tell you of the day-to-day unfair dealings that have more impact than most can see.
There are people who are rude. They are loud and demanding. They push the line of appropriate social conduct past the limit as a hobby. They push people around. They are inconsiderate to anyone that isn't themselves. They are selfish. They are childish. They are so high maintenance you have to climb a mountain of eggshells stuffed with mines around them. They make you dislike them. They are bullies, and the world is their play ground. And yet, people will go out of their way to be decent to them. They will give them what they so loudly demand, they will get their way and no one will stand and say no. They get the best treatment. They get decency in return for their lack thereof.
And then there are people who try so hard to be decent. They are easy going. They are forgiving. They are understanding and compassionate. They aren't demanding. They accept anything you have to offer. They would take the worst and they would accept it and forgive and forget. They take what they can get, and whatever else they want they convince themselves they don't need. They compromise at their own expense. They never push to get their way. They are lenient and kind. And so people take them for granted. They stomp all over them. They get the short end of the stick every day of their lives because everyone knows they're too nice to object or demand more. They get trampled. They get mistreated in return for their decency.
That is how we operate. We reward the bullies out of fear and we punish the people who deserve rewarding. And when the bullies rise and gain in place and power we blame the world for making wrong choices. When in fact it is people like us, the ones that cater to those who need to be told off on, that made the bully into what they become.
In this scenario there are four groups of people -bullies, boot-lickers, stompers and decents. My only solace is that even thought I keep getting squished under running feet, at least I was the mistreated, not the mistreater. Even though I've turned into pulp, at least I can still sleep with a clear conscience.
There are people who are rude. They are loud and demanding. They push the line of appropriate social conduct past the limit as a hobby. They push people around. They are inconsiderate to anyone that isn't themselves. They are selfish. They are childish. They are so high maintenance you have to climb a mountain of eggshells stuffed with mines around them. They make you dislike them. They are bullies, and the world is their play ground. And yet, people will go out of their way to be decent to them. They will give them what they so loudly demand, they will get their way and no one will stand and say no. They get the best treatment. They get decency in return for their lack thereof.
And then there are people who try so hard to be decent. They are easy going. They are forgiving. They are understanding and compassionate. They aren't demanding. They accept anything you have to offer. They would take the worst and they would accept it and forgive and forget. They take what they can get, and whatever else they want they convince themselves they don't need. They compromise at their own expense. They never push to get their way. They are lenient and kind. And so people take them for granted. They stomp all over them. They get the short end of the stick every day of their lives because everyone knows they're too nice to object or demand more. They get trampled. They get mistreated in return for their decency.
That is how we operate. We reward the bullies out of fear and we punish the people who deserve rewarding. And when the bullies rise and gain in place and power we blame the world for making wrong choices. When in fact it is people like us, the ones that cater to those who need to be told off on, that made the bully into what they become.
In this scenario there are four groups of people -bullies, boot-lickers, stompers and decents. My only solace is that even thought I keep getting squished under running feet, at least I was the mistreated, not the mistreater. Even though I've turned into pulp, at least I can still sleep with a clear conscience.
