This post is in part dedicated to a now-former coworker:
Over the last few years I have been (mis)blessed with the chance to intermingle with many different types of people. Some experiences were good, most were bad, and some were just not worth even remembering. I’ve learned valued lessons from even the worst of the people that I had to encounter… So here comes a little post to one person:
You, the back-stabbing, ego-bending, self righteous and materialistic Bitch. Hereon known only as Bitch.
Here are my views and thoughts on you, Bitch. You’ve come a long way on Daddy’s check, and it’s impressive just how much babying a grown woman can carry you. You’ve managed to find a man who can stifle his vomit long enough to nail you… And really, let’s face it, that’s why he is with you… You’ve accomplished some by over glorifying a little. You drive your Mercedes Benz around, the used one your father gave you, as if it is a social status icon… And yet, what really are you?
You whine and groan about the struggles of reality and the hardships of life. You complain that you should get more while working less; that you’re entitled to what others have whilst providing less. You complain about your job, which is a fairly simple one that entails plenty of time spent on your ass. You bitch and grope about the minuet things that you must put up with, you do it in such a manor that it begs for compliment and stride.
You’re so self-absorbed you’ve convinced yourself that every male wants you, every woman envy’s you. You’ve convinced yourself that the ring on your finger symbolizes something other than your ability to whip a man into shape using your pussy. You take any male attention as a focus toward desire, you take any female attention as a negative force driven. You’re an idiot, plain and simple.
Although Bitch feels she has reached a higher level in life she must have missed a very specific part of aging: Status and respect are widened in the eyes of the beholder; behold that no one is impressed with a sloppy, shitty, tacky nurse who can only function by saying “But Daddy, please? the Mercedes is important to me because I want kids one day…”. Yes, it’s always impressive when you can convince mom and dad to do something special isn’t it? It’s impressive because it links us back to one solemn and outdated part of our lives: Childhood.
Although it seems bitter, this post serves as a wake-up call and a personal insight into you. It also serves as an insight into many people. Modesty is a virtue, it’s one that you simply can’t just give up in favor of being consumed. If consumption is alluding you, it’s the ideology that more is better, the current is never enough, and we must whine and bitch our way to better things.
I owe to you the glorification of my own life, because after meeting people like you I’ve come to realize how fortunate I am. I am a matured, understanding person who really does “live by my means” and “push for what i want.” I never ask for a spoon feeding, nor do i beg for attention through the mundane whines of my daily life. I’ve overcome a lot and pushed forward toward what I want.
You’ve taught me a few things about the classes of people, as well… The fact that there are those you can trust and define as friends… Then theres people like Bitch, who only befriend what is necessary to achieve another level in their lives. Much like hunters, they call forward a flock to shoot down; a victim to make them look better and a person to pony off of for respect and praise. They are narcissists, pure and simple.
People like this single-handedly brought our economy to a collapse and bring America to an ever-more scary self absorbed state. The harsh reality taught by one human being I’ve encountered has actually opened the doors to thousands of others… The insight into what it truly means to be a black sheep in “Generation Me”… It’s a scary world out there, isn’t it?
To those of you who feel I am being an obscure writer…
This story is toward someone who really did set down the moral fibers for me. A person who made me really question why my generation is so fucked up and what it takes to fix it. This person, and many like her, were single-handedly responsible for me giving up a career I loved to do something else. They drove me to a point where I could say “No more am I able to put up with backstabbing crybaby bullshit; I must leave a realm of stupidity in favor of enlightenment and intelligence.”
I learned from people in my career that there truly is a major crisis with American’s… They don’t care about anyone beyond themselves anymore, and it’s a shocking reality. I’ve learned that for every person I’ve met, one or more of them is waiting eagerly to stab you in the back for relatively petty reasons. I’ve been spoken down to; had my intelligence called into play, and been defaced by people no smarter than sheep… And that’s what they really are, sheep… They’d follow each other off a cliff if it became the hot new topic… And dare you stride away from the pack, may you be shunned and cast away for any reason worth calling.
I’ve learned a great deal about friendship and who there is to trust and not to trust. People whom I considered friends were better titled enemies, enemies of childish proportions who remind you of the kid in first grade who ran off shouting “Teacher, Teacher, Jimmy said a bad word! A BAD WORD!”. A behavioral pattern that is shameful not on the person the act is committed against, but on the poor, childish sadist who commenced it.
On top of it all, I’ve learned a thing or two about Nursing: It’s become a career of capitalism. A business like car sales, where people want more money versus service. A patients life no longer matters, how much you can make after shift differential is. People have lost touch with what a business like this is about: caring for people, caring as if it’s your own family. It’s been replaced by the behavior of a narcissistic generation that wants only to focus on themselves. They’ll drive anyone better then them down to make themselves look better and eat their young to prevent competition from rising…
It’s a sad day for America as it’s generations continue to consume themselves with… Well, frankly, themselves… And it’s an even sadder day for nursing that these same people are marching in mass numbers. March they shall, not to care for your illness or welfare, but to drive Daddy’s Mercedes and to buy the valuables they never needed and will never pay off without bankruptcy.
So for all you people who taught me these lessons: Thank you. You opened my eyes, educated me, and made me the wiser. I’ve learned to walk away from one passion in hunt of another… Because lets face it, the grass always looks greener till you get to the other side… Then you face the fact that it’s just shit brown dirt… And in that shit brown dirt is nothing but worms…
You’ve prepared me to handle disappointment and failure much better just by examining most of you as peers, and for this I am grateful. I wish you all the best as I embark on a journey different from yours… And I hope to those of you intelligent enough to make it to the end of this post, you walk away able to ask yourself “Am I one of these people? If so, how can I change?”. If not, ohh well. It’s a rant anyway, so who cares…
Laters.