Sick Sick Sick

What is wrong with some people, they just hate to see others happy and filled with joy, peace and happiness, that it becomes a cancer eating them up inside they become so sick, depraved, that they have to invent things, they have to invent lies to make themselves feel better, they have to invent lies because if they didn't they would have to accept, they have to take some of the blame they have to take responsibility for some of the problems that they have in their lives, it is so easy to blame .................... parents, teachers, siblings, wives children, to blame others for lost years, for their unhappiness but at the end of the day, we all have a choice, a choice to either wallow in your unforgiveness, and your blame, and your self pity ............... or you can pick yourself up and decide that no matter what you are going to be the master of your own destiny ................ i know that is the road that i have taken................

These people live in a world that is dark and full of hate they have lost the ability to see just how sick, they have become, that , what they are thinking and saying truly is filled with darkness .................... they have lost the ability to reason with what is true and what is a lie, in fact they convince themselves, they so desperately need to be right, that they, believe themselves they convince themselves that their lies are real, they convince themselves that what their sick minds are thinking is true…………… they fabricate proof, witnesses to try and convince or convict those they are accusing ....... l all because they just need it to be true, to validate what they are doing, to validate the disturbed life they are living…………. unless you yourself are guilty, you could never dream up the lies .............. unless you are living them ......... yourself ................. but to ease your conscience you need to blame someone ..........

What they never stop to consider is that once something is said, it can never be taken back, and each time they lay blame, each time they insult, each time they accuse of things that deep down inside they know could never be true.......... it builds a wall between them and the person they are wrongly accusing, it builds a wall that becomes thicker and thicker that one day they will realise that the wall has been plaster and painted and nothing can ever take it down............................. The pain, the hurt, and the anger has gone to deep that the good times are forgotten, in the mist, and the clouds of the hurt ..................

Sick, sick of being sick

I cannot believe this but i have been sick again, after my gym on Monday night, Tuesday morning i started with a sore throat and ears, so after work i made a detour past the chemist and picked up what i thought would be the end to all my problems. Strepsils for my throat, ACC 200 for building me up, Med lemon, for taking away aches and pains and fever and relieving all the symptoms of colds and flu............... ha ha .................. and then the generic medicines of cataflan, whatever that is called because you cannot get cataflan without a prescription from the doctor, took them all after supper and off to bed i went, Wednesday morning...................... nothing had changed, so Wednesday evening i tried again......................Thursday morning nothing changed, i was convinced by Thursday evening i would be back to normal................nothing changed. Friday morning i got up went to the doctor who gave me an injection and all i can say is that it was not in my arm, and i now have trouble sitting............................. but by the end of the day i was feeling much better. I am not sure how you are supposed to be when you are feeling sick, i normally have pain, like headache or a broken wrist or a kidney stone, real pain, but this aching bones and being miserable because that is how you feel just does not work for me, you actually have to sit and do nothing because you are actually too sick to do anything, a whole new concept for me. By the time i had got to the doctor, i was really bad, the self medication had left me with a legacy caused by my own stupidity................ the upset stomach .......................... on top of everything else. The doctor tells me to drink black tea, and eat dry marie biscuits and cream crackers for 24 hours, i told him i came to see him to feel better, and now he makes me feel worse, he tells me its called "tough love." He really has a weird sense of humour, or is that humour maybe he is just sadistic or maybe.................... I knew i must be really really sick when i got a whole big bag of medicine, you see only people who are really really sick get such a big bag of medicing, so am going to enjoy being miserable for a while, everyone else does it, i have given myself today and then tomorrow i will be back to normal......................... well as normal as i can be.................................