Shit be dead ass my fault that’s why I just deal with shit & take it to the chin. I swear. Any position I’m in I’m assuming full responsibility because either I did it, or I let somebody else do it to me.
Why am I paying taxes on my paycheck… then sales tax just to spend that money… then income tax on money that’s already been taxed… then property tax on land I bought with taxed money after paying sales tax on it… then vehicle tax just to drive to work… gas tax to fill the tank… energy tax to keep the lights on… death tax when I die… and God help me if I try to save any cash, because they’ll just inflate that away too.
I think one of the strangest forms of grief is grieving old times. Nothing necessarily went wrong… life just changed, time passed, and you can’t go back.