Life is full of pressure, Whether it comes to jobs, family, finances, or life events. Some people can handle it, others cannot, Which is why some people suffer mental breakdowns And a few of them even wind up taking their own lives. It is unfortunate, but sometimes it happens. In recent years, it feels like there’s more pressure than ever before, At least in recent times. People always seem to be underqualified or overqualified for jobs. Even basic ones seem to want years of experience, But not too much. You don’t want to be too good at what you are doing. The cost of housing and basic necessities like food have become unaffordable, Especially for those working low-salary jobs. Many people now are evicted from their residences And forced to live in tents with other people in the same situation, At least until the police come to shoo them away. It kind of makes you wonder if anything is worth it anymore, Especially when one is constantly being bombarded With news of all the terrible
When one is knocked down It is so easy to just remain lying in that spot. However, one may not be aware Of just how much of a mental tole that might wind up taking. At first it seems fine, But you find yourself slowly sinking into the ground. Eventually, you may feel like you are stuck in that spot And you won’t be able to move. I have been in that place before, And I have found myself knocked down again. But this time I cannot allow myself to just lay there. I know what will happen if I do And I cannot go back to doing that again. So, I must get a move on with my life. I need to sit down and figure out where I am going And what I am doing. Although it is much more tempting to be lazy and just lie down, That is not something that I can afford, Both financially and mentally. I must keep on moving. Who knows? Maybe I’ll eventually realize my dreams. But I’ll never know if I don’t at least try.
Easter When I was little, I'd get an Easter basket And do the whole "Easter egg hunt," too. As I got older, we'd hunt down the baskets. The clues and hiding spots got More and more elaborate As I got older. Now that I'm nearing 25, I'm kind of over it. I don't need an Easter basket. I stopped hunting for eggs years ago. That old basket is in some storage facility, Waiting for me to collect my things. I wonder what I'll use it for. I've since moved away. Amazon Prime is my new Easter bunny. My mother has gotten into this habit Where she will buy me things. I think it's out of guilt. We agreed to stop doing baskets. Yet, here she is, buying me shit I don't need. It's infuriating. But the $100 gift card was nice. It'll probably be the one thing I can use. She said more things are coming tomorrow... I groan and roll my eyes a bit, Frustrated by her futile attempts. I know I sound ungrateful, I know how it all sounds. But I'm just tired of the overgifting-- Tired of the things I do not
Kindness vs Pettiness by TheMysteriousPoet, literature
Literature
Kindness vs Pettiness
Kindness Kindness is a funny thing In a world of pettiness and cruelty. My boyfriend often claims, "You're too nice," and "You know you need to be petty sometimes." And I know I do-- believe me, I know. But the thought of intentional nastiness Makes my stomach tighten up and my jaw clench. I can't bring myself down to that level; I won't. Instead, I choose to be kind. I let things go longer than they should. I keep my mouth shut, Letting the person get away with things, At least for so long. When I say something, people act. It's not just kindness, but honesty as well. Pettiness and lying come hand-in-hand. With that in mind, they cost one's integrity. So, I actively choose kindness rather than maliciousness. Now, don't get me wrong-- I know how to be petty, I just actively choose not to be. If I were, I'd be the nastiest bitch on the block Like I used to be. Being petty was a survival tactic, Just as being quiet is as well. I lived with petty people, so I learned from
"Nice to meat you!"
said the butcher.
"Entranced!"
said the hypnotist.
"Enchanted!"
said the magician.
"How is it going?"
asked the micro-manager.
"How are we making out?"
asked the pervy boss.
"It's not a good morning, just a morning,"
said that one guy who has to be neutral all the time.
"Do you know what my cat just did today?!"
began Jan in accounting before you ran away screaming.
"Here we trudge...through the mire of aimless self-gratification and false hope,"
said Todd, who really needs to get a girlfriend.
He likes cats, we should introduce him to Jan.