Victim. You are a victim because you believe you don’t deserve anything better. It doesn’t always have to be this way. Let somebody else be a victim for a change. Next time you’re walking down a busy street, push somebody else under a bus and shout “Look, a victim, and it’s somebody else!” Deal with any residual quilt feelings by using Reiki healing techniques.
Ok, so this was a joke. Alistair Beaton’s Bollocks. But as everybody knows, in each joke there is a piece of…something else…I’m feeling rather shrink-ish and wish to “think aloud” about victims...we always expect something from others. For strange reasons we feel like somebody out there really ought to come up and make us happy. So we sit and wait…and when they don’t, we start to look for something or somebody to blame.
Could be weather. A snowfall or a sandstorm stood up on their way. A petrol run out, a camel died...Could be their job that kept them too occupied or their lover, or mistress. Or it could be that someone changed their mind into something else, powdered sugar, perhaps, maybe somebody replaced their grey matter with weetabix and straightened their convolutions…we might think of million reasons, but strangely enough none of them will be - our fault. And even when it happenned to be our fault, it will be "iamthatwaybecauseofyou" kind of fault. By default we will assume ourselves being a victim of chance or a fate or indeed a somebody’s evil plans.
So what do we do? Naturally, we sit and blame the others. And guess, what happens when everybody just sit around, waiting for everybody else? A one big stupid waiting game…who’d outstay whom. (or outsit in this context) We’re wasting time, people! We just sit in that swamp, like a frog, waiting for the prince to kiss us and turn into something we are not quite yet. But don’t forget that even the frog had to leap higher to catch the arrow so that she can blackmail the prince afterwards (I hope everybody knows this story? * )…so the moral of the fable would be: don’t sit and be a victim, leap high and become somebody’s frog…
hmmmm…I wonder how I ended up in a fairy tale? But at least I’ve enjoyed it in the process. ;-)
* ok, so it is now became obvious that although everybody knows the story, they know it upside down. You see, what happens to be a romantic tale about true love kiss and a male speices of a green leaping thing, does exists in a beautiful reflection of a romatic tale about how the prince accidentally shoot off his arrow and some accidental lady-frog happenned to catch this arrow, by pure chance, I believe, trying to save her life...so...when the prince came to claim his arrow back, lady frog decided t oget some compensation for inconvinience and refused t o return the arrow until the prince kiss her (kiss the frog, not the arrow, duh!) so he did and suddenly the frog becomes a beautiful princess and sure enough, they live happily ever after (hmmm not concidering few "family issues")...so this was the story I've heard in my sweet childhood and that was the matter of reference here...
But after I've been informed that my frog appears to be a frog with gender identity disorder, I've decided to make it clear that it was just a cultural nuance, not a grammatical mistake... after all, everything is possible in a fairy tale, right?
Ok, so this was a joke. Alistair Beaton’s Bollocks. But as everybody knows, in each joke there is a piece of…something else…I’m feeling rather shrink-ish and wish to “think aloud” about victims...we always expect something from others. For strange reasons we feel like somebody out there really ought to come up and make us happy. So we sit and wait…and when they don’t, we start to look for something or somebody to blame.
Could be weather. A snowfall or a sandstorm stood up on their way. A petrol run out, a camel died...Could be their job that kept them too occupied or their lover, or mistress. Or it could be that someone changed their mind into something else, powdered sugar, perhaps, maybe somebody replaced their grey matter with weetabix and straightened their convolutions…we might think of million reasons, but strangely enough none of them will be - our fault. And even when it happenned to be our fault, it will be "iamthatwaybecauseofyou" kind of fault. By default we will assume ourselves being a victim of chance or a fate or indeed a somebody’s evil plans.
So what do we do? Naturally, we sit and blame the others. And guess, what happens when everybody just sit around, waiting for everybody else? A one big stupid waiting game…who’d outstay whom. (or outsit in this context) We’re wasting time, people! We just sit in that swamp, like a frog, waiting for the prince to kiss us and turn into something we are not quite yet. But don’t forget that even the frog had to leap higher to catch the arrow so that she can blackmail the prince afterwards (I hope everybody knows this story? * )…so the moral of the fable would be: don’t sit and be a victim, leap high and become somebody’s frog…
hmmmm…I wonder how I ended up in a fairy tale? But at least I’ve enjoyed it in the process. ;-)
* ok, so it is now became obvious that although everybody knows the story, they know it upside down. You see, what happens to be a romantic tale about true love kiss and a male speices of a green leaping thing, does exists in a beautiful reflection of a romatic tale about how the prince accidentally shoot off his arrow and some accidental lady-frog happenned to catch this arrow, by pure chance, I believe, trying to save her life...so...when the prince came to claim his arrow back, lady frog decided t oget some compensation for inconvinience and refused t o return the arrow until the prince kiss her (kiss the frog, not the arrow, duh!) so he did and suddenly the frog becomes a beautiful princess and sure enough, they live happily ever after (hmmm not concidering few "family issues")...so this was the story I've heard in my sweet childhood and that was the matter of reference here...
But after I've been informed that my frog appears to be a frog with gender identity disorder, I've decided to make it clear that it was just a cultural nuance, not a grammatical mistake... after all, everything is possible in a fairy tale, right?