Actions, Reasons and Excuses.

People always have a reason for their behaviour. If someone is rude to the shop teller everyone just thinks they are a bitch but one never knows what is going on in their lives at that moment. Maybe their mother is ill or they themselves are in immense pain, or they are in fact just an unpleasant son of a bitch with a special place in hell reserved just for them. Having been in an environment where I deal with people who are usually very ill and are not always so pleasant as a result, I like to think I try to be more aware of the fact that you just don’t know what is going on in a person’s life that makes them behave in a certain way. I also do deal with people who are not incredibly ill and I know that one day they will wish they had been just a little nicer and less selfish, this thought can sometimes bring me great joy as I can tend not to be the most forgiving of people.
But then there is another kind of person. The person I have come across very much lately, and I am going to describe them in a strange way so I hope you understand me, because right now the anger is too much to think that I could possibly be all too coherent. These people always have an excuse, not a reason, for their behaviour….
EG.

I was going through a very difficult time in my life so this is why I stole or abused children or those weaker than me. I just wasn’t myself.

I was abused as a child so that’s why I abused children. (One would think it would be the complete opposite, the fuckers)

I was very depressed and in such a dark black hole at the time, that’s why I stabbed my two 5 year old twin daughters 18 times each.

She was wearing a short skirt so I assumed she wouldn’t mind being groped at or pawed at. Girls like that like that attention.

Of course we both wanted to have sex. She was just so drunk she couldn’t say her name but she wanted it, she didn’t say no. She had been flirting with me all night.

There is a young sweet girl, I think I will just grab her all over and kiss her because I WANT to. Women like the attention, and she was nice to me, she wanted me to. It’s my right to do that.

She/He hurt me. This gives me the right to humiliate them, call them fat, ugly, slutty or even spread vicious rumors about them which are completely untrue. I’m the victim here.

Did you see how he/she was behaving? (In girls case, wearing) They were asking for it.

She seems like a rich spoilt bratty bitch, she deserves to be put in her place. I have every right to say what I wish to do this.

I didn’t like the fact that my girlfriends skirt was too short so I had every right to humiliate her in front of her friends by saying, loudly, in front of everyone that she was flashing everything she owned.

People never stop to think that maybe there is more going on behind closed doors. They don’t think that maybe someone is just friendly or doesn’t like to treat people like they don’t matter just because they don’t know them or are a certain type of person. People don’t think that maybe girls just like to wear short skirts because they feel they look nice in them and that is doesn’t mean they are a whore. Girls should be allowed to wear what they wish without being judged or pawed at.
People don’t realize that humiliating someone and treating a girl like she is cheap can destroy a person, and, in my view, is a form of abuse….
In future I would rather just be punched in the face, I would find it less traumatizing thank you. It is in fact, far less damaging. Just love it when men say I would never hit a woman. Well sweeties it is a hell of a lot better than groping at her when she does not want to be touched or calling her a dog, fat or a slut. Think about that. People have no excuse to say or do as they like to others.
There really is no such thing as entitlement in my opinion.

Most of the above examples speak for themselves. People, in general, are really revolting creatures.

Foreign Objects.

I am sure most people who do not live in a cave have been watching Greys religiously. So last night the pair of runts and I are watching and it comes to the part where the woman has a foreign object stuck inside her. Open door, see couple, Cuteness’s registering rate – immediate. The parents needed a little more help…..

Side Note: The parents appear to have a slight hearing problem, a great irritation in my life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mamma Cuteness: Who is the man?
The Don: What?
Mamma Cuteness: THE MAN WHO IS HE?
Cuteness: her husband.
The Don: who?
Cuteness: HER HUSBAND.
(Greys in the background, establish that it is in fact the ex-hubby.)
Cuteness: oh, her ex.
Pair of Runts: who?
Cuteness: HER EX HUSBAND.
Mamma Cuteness: Well what is he doing there? Why are they in that position? I though she had a foreign object stuck.
(The Don now listening…)
Cuteness: Her husband is the foreign object.
Pair of Runts: Hey?
Cuteness: HER HUSBAND IS THE FOREIGN OBJECT.
(Silence)
The Don: How does that happen?
Mamma Cuteness: oh my god, I could think of nothing worse.
The Don giggles and continues watching. My mother shaking her head at the mere thought!

A little while later we learn of the piercing…

The Don: we still don’t know how they are stuck.
Mamma Cuteness: what?
The Don ignores her…
Mamma Cuteness: He has a pissing?
Cuteness: no mom a piieerrcciinng.
The Don: A what?
Cuteness: A PIERCING.
Mamma Cuteness: so?
Cuteness: that’s how they stuck.
Mamma Cuteness: what kind of piercing gets you stuck like that?
The Don: What?
(I look at my mother, you are not THIS stupid!!!!!)
Mamma Cuteness: HE HAS A PIERCING THAT IS STUCK THE DON.
The Don: oh, how does that work?
Cuteness: (I say this loudly so I don’t have to repeat this and continue this hell) THE MAN HAS A PIERCING THAT CAUSED THEM TO GET STUCK IN THIS SITUATION.
Pair of Runts: oohhhh…. (Giggle)

At this point I am ready to kill both of them and the writers!!!

And all I was wondering was how the hell did they get to the hospital?!

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Back to the Future.

I have very little relationship experience and always thought I was the girl who would never go back to the ex. I mean once its over, its over. Breaking up is hard to do, but staying that way is actually harder.

I broke up with my ex in December. It was a hugely messy breakup and there were times when I thought it would be the easiest thing to get back together, and then all that was going on would stop. Eventually he started seeing someone else and he eased up a bit which was fantastic, I was exhausted after 5 months trying to be fair and firm and not hurting anyone. And so the task began to repair our friendship. Not many people understand our relationship but he is a good friend and has always been a good friend. He knows who I am and what I am. He is someone who will always be my friend. In the last couple of months we have been getting on very well and I thought it would nice to see him, without a huge drama ensuing. So after 7 months I went off to see the ex.

Now nothing happened and we are not back together. But when I arrived home I was extremely sad. Even after all that time, in familiar surroundings, it was strange not to reach out and touch him or snuggle up to him while watching Borat. Or even give him the odd little surprise kiss. There was an uncomfortable comfort to the evening.

It would be so easy, there isn’t the getting to know you stage, the fear of revealing too much about yourself because of what is there. Slowly sharing the things you are afraid to because most people would run in the opposite direction upon finding out. Discovering that there is a reason you don’t like to talk about yourself, and that you are not trying to be mysterious. You don’t have to explain things from the beginning because he was there at the beginning. There is no need to build up that trust because it is there already. (Clearly starting up a relationship is a bit of a hassle for me, perhaps why I’m still single and don’t really get passed the 2nd date). All in all it is just easier and safer.
All that I have written above is why people get back together, for all the WRONG reasons. Some do it for the right reasons, obviously.

I realized how much I have missed his company and I think I was sad because I finally mourned the relationship. There was nothing going on, no chaos or drama when I arrived home, just silence. It was an interesting experience, something new and different for me. All of it. And none of this makes any sense!

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Puddles or Pools

So last week was nice and chilled. We went off to the farm after a few not so nice and unchilled happenings. We met Beers’s new girl, who all in all seems really nice and isn’t the size (including height) of my leg. She thought we were nice too and told my brother that it was really nice to meet people who aren’t stuck up, who are friendly, fun and ordinary. Personally I took exception to this. There is absolutely nothing, not even a smidgen of ordinary in me. I mean forgetting everything else, I am completely insane! Anyway moving along. After having a night of laughs and spending our time talking in the crime and investigation narration voice, (the narrators go to a special school i'm telling you.) we headed off to bed. Now it gets so cold that you pile on so many blankets you cannot move all night and breathing is difficult. Sleeping with a gas heater on is, well, stupid.
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful.
I did get lost walking in the bush though, for about 2 hours. It’s not really a huge issue, getting lost, as long as you get home before its dark, you don’t run into any snakes or one of the leopards that live in the entire Waterberg area. It is also good to have a good sense of direction (like being able to remember the sun sets in the West). So it was getting later and colder, dusk was upon me and I had still not reached the ridge. I had decided to head that way because once I found it I knew I would know where I was. Finally I phoned my sister and we eventually found each other, getting home before dark or becoming leopard food. You know how people say that when you need it, your sense of survival kicks in??? Complete crap!!!!!!! Not only was I walking in circles basically but I was walking in the opposite direction to the ridge!

On the Friday we took a drive down to the beach. This is basically a little patch of sand next to the river. It’s pretty dry at the moment so one can explore quite a large area of rock. There are tiny little pools and small small rapids. Now my one dog is a complete princess but will run and explore as long as she doesn’t get her paws wet (I mean good god imagine!!!). The other one is also a little prissy but enjoys running around and exploring. She has huge fun at the beach. She is however so terrified of water, she gets nervous around her water bowl. Not this Friday. She was dashing in and out the puddles, getting sopping. Jumping on sandbanks and running in the water a little and out, then barking at it like it would run, terrified by the yap of a too small Pekingese. I was watching carefully just in case she decided to go swim with the hippo. Firstly she can’t swim and secondly it’s a HIPPO! Anyway I lost sight of her for a bit, only to discover her desperately trying to not to sink in a puddle (well for her a pool). I baywatched to her rescue, amazed that I didn’t break anything considering the rocks I ran over and climbed and my world-famous clumsiness. I grabbed her out of the puddle um pool just as she started to go under and saved her. Both of us now sopping I walked to safer territory only to see that my family was looking at me like I was mad?!? I put the dog down and she sprinted off to continue her afternoon romp while I stood there drenched and freezing.
Dumb Dog.

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