Thursday, March 31, 2011

YOU MAKE THE CALL...

YOU DID IT TO YOURSELF!!!!

I make decisions for ME. Sure, 100% of the decisions I make come with a butterfly effect. Anybody connected to me is going to effected in some way or another, even in those cases where they never even realize it. And then, there are those who will be affected that I will NEVER meet or, of I have met them, will never encounter again. Or whatever. But all the same, the decision was MINE. Therefore, the consequences are MINE. Should I run across someone who is willing to lend a hand up, providing said decisions requires such action, then thank God for them. But if not and I find myself stuck on an island trying to make a flotation device out of sand and tree bark, then I guess I better get innovative and save my life, huh?

It kills me. People make their own decisions and choices. And when the chips are down and all the smoke clears, the outcome is anybody's fault but the one who made the decision! How in the world are you going to try and hem me up when I'm not the one holding the bag? YOU ARE!!! You chose to go left when you should've went right. You chose yellow when you know the color was green. You chose to break the rules when you knew they applied to you, too. And now you're sitting up here, more wretched than the bums consuming death and contamination is White River, and your situation is MY FAULT?

Not even. Man up, my dude. Or woman up, sis. Whichever shoe fits...you know who you are. And you know you made that choice. Or those choices. And they've led you to this point, right here and now. I gave you suggestions, I gave you options, shoot, I gave you MY EXPERIENCE. I was transparent and told you my story; gave freely my own mistakes so that you wouldn't make the same ones or worse. And you STILL had to be a donkey and do you. Ay, I'm not mad at all. You are your own person and how you choose to get down for yours is your business. But don't be mad at me because you failed.

YOU MADE THAT CHOICE. Now make another one. Get up of your backside, wipe the dirt off your shoulders, and keep it moving. And the next time around...make a smarter choice....


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