Shit Happens

Shit happens. There are shitty people, shitty situations, and just shit in general. Building a tolerance for it over the years have helped. However, from time to time, you get to experience doodoo that is a little bigger, nastier, and smell far worst than the one's you've encounter in your life.

The worst kind of shit is the preventable type. The type cause by shitty people making shitty choices doing shitty shit towards you. You have no control over this shittyness besides being given a choice. A choice to jump into the shit pile and fling shit back and forth with said shitty people or ... get out of their reach, go home, take a shower and wear a hazmat suit next time you see them (best option is to never see them again).

Although there are pros in jumping in the shit pile and start flinging shit at these shitty people (which is usually the first instinct). Flinging shit with shitty people who doesn't have a problem covering themselves in shit does little to affect them. It only tires you out, makes you smell like crap, and have you covered in all their shit.

There are situations where the only good option is to come out on top and let people stay in their filth. It's hard, it's not fair, but I can't spend any of my time or effort flinging crap at them just to prove them wrong. I know they are wrong, they know they are wrong. That's good enough for me. Knowing that shitty people will eventually swallow their own shit due to spending prolong hours in a shit hole which would eventually give them ebola is good enough for me (my kind of karma!).

I'd rather go out and live my life instead of being upset and stop because of them. I didn't go through so much and live this long to fling poop at someone over miniscule bullshit. Here, have your win. It's difficult enough arguing with someone who is stupid, let alone someone who is on a serious power trip and can fill all the septic tanks in WA with one sentence.