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I`m wrestling with this fact quite often. I still cant fully accept it and let go. I`ll try to "give life" to what I think the subconscious of other people is saying to them, driving their actions.
The "RANT" of the selfish mind.
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Surely I`m not surrounded by bastards that don't give a shit if I die in front of them on the street, right?
After all I`ll never see them again, nor they me. Why should they care? Why should I care about them?
They dont know me, the complexity of my life, my problems, my bitch of a wife, my dislocated hip, the pain I endure each day.
Why shouldnt I stop my car on top of the sidewalk? My wife made me do it! We are only here for a while, we just need to unload our luggage, damn the other people.
Who is that F*cker over there? Giving me advice? Scolding me? Saying I`m in the wrong. ME?!?!?!? Saying I`m committing a "crime"?
What about about him? Is he pure? Look at him, lying!!! Riding his bike on the sidewalk!!! Sinner just like me!! He cant tell me I did wrong because he is doing wrong.
We are all sinners doing wrong, he is not above me I can yell at him all I want.
Yes, I`ll just yell and get angry, let it all out, show him how much I dont care about him or anyone I dont like.
Its all about me, my wife, my kids, my family, my relatives, my house, my car, my sidewalk, my rules.
I dont break rules, there are no rules for me, I make them for you.
I speed when I want to, its because I wanted to overtake, Im a responsible driver, I can handle my car, you cant, speeding is for me, not you.
My music is not too loud, my bike is not too loud, Im not too loud, its you thats the problem, not me.
You cant throw your trash on the street, only I can, I only throw small stuff, you need to find a garbage bin, not me.
Line, what line? I was here first, my day is special, Im special, you are not, get out of my way and wait like the others I dont care about.
You dont get it, do you? Im somebody, a real person with real problems in life, you are nothing, I'll never see you again, therefore you dont matter to me, which means you dont matter at all.
I`m wrestling with this fact quite often. I still cant fully accept it and let go. I`ll try to "give life" to what I think the subconscious of other people is saying to them, driving their actions.
The "RANT" of the selfish mind.
----------
Surely I`m not surrounded by bastards that don't give a shit if I die in front of them on the street, right?
After all I`ll never see them again, nor they me. Why should they care? Why should I care about them?
They dont know me, the complexity of my life, my problems, my bitch of a wife, my dislocated hip, the pain I endure each day.
Why shouldnt I stop my car on top of the sidewalk? My wife made me do it! We are only here for a while, we just need to unload our luggage, damn the other people.
Who is that F*cker over there? Giving me advice? Scolding me? Saying I`m in the wrong. ME?!?!?!? Saying I`m committing a "crime"?
What about about him? Is he pure? Look at him, lying!!! Riding his bike on the sidewalk!!! Sinner just like me!! He cant tell me I did wrong because he is doing wrong.
We are all sinners doing wrong, he is not above me I can yell at him all I want.
Yes, I`ll just yell and get angry, let it all out, show him how much I dont care about him or anyone I dont like.
Its all about me, my wife, my kids, my family, my relatives, my house, my car, my sidewalk, my rules.
I dont break rules, there are no rules for me, I make them for you.
I speed when I want to, its because I wanted to overtake, Im a responsible driver, I can handle my car, you cant, speeding is for me, not you.
My music is not too loud, my bike is not too loud, Im not too loud, its you thats the problem, not me.
You cant throw your trash on the street, only I can, I only throw small stuff, you need to find a garbage bin, not me.
Line, what line? I was here first, my day is special, Im special, you are not, get out of my way and wait like the others I dont care about.
You dont get it, do you? Im somebody, a real person with real problems in life, you are nothing, I'll never see you again, therefore you dont matter to me, which means you dont matter at all.
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