Serious question.
Imagine you have a role on a successful television show.
You’ve got money.
You’ve got fame.
You’ve got status.
You have disposable income that allows you to buy sandwiches whenever you want, even at 2am in downtown Chicago.
Would you ever think, “What I really want is for somebody to assault me.”
Serious question.
Up until recently, I naively assumed that everybody wants to succeed.
I assumed that obtaining success would bring about some contentment and satisfaction.
It never entered my mind that any successful person would yearn for sympathy.
I’m very dense.
It seems there are people with victim-shaped holes in their spirits.
This hole can only be filled with the anguished tears of others.
They cannot be content unless I’m unsettled.
They accept my applause but prefer my outrage.
They sit atop a mountain of admiration and cry out, “Feel bad for me!”
Can you relate to them?
Do you feel the same way?
Serious question.
You’re on the path to madness.
Fools pursue tragedy.
Because eventually they catch it.
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Oh, I’m sorry, John! I don’t know about the Jussie Smollett incident. I have to say I don’t particularly care about him, but what I did read (smh). You’re right.
I came across some good commentary, and found some resources. I knew about false flag stuff, but apparently what Smollett did is becoming more common as Democrats become more unglued.
Several conservative pundits covering this were censored on Facebook, and another may be de-platformed from Twitter. Two sites that are compiling these sick/twisted fake attacks are:
fakehatecrimes (dot) org
hoax (dot) news
I apologize for not noting your link about Smollett before my first post. (I’d blame it on not having my morning cup of coffee, but I don’t drink it.)
Success, please!
There was a small group of us in a hospital, who decided not to give into doing typical, moaning “Organ Recitals”. We studied how to get well, told each other jokes, got each other out of bed, played, prayed together … we had each arrived with a terminal prognosis and left sooner than the “give me sympathies”.
It is difficult not to collapse into wanting sympathy, but it’s so rewarding and life-renewing to live even when you’re hurting beyond anything you can describe.
Training with a tough as nails Marine who teaches Vets how to live after being blown apart by ieds, I have learned how to survive, and thrive without looking for sympathy or using drugs. While I don’t yet have worldly success, I can live fiercely, miraculously, joyfully, gratefully in God’s loving arms, and work toward fulfilling His purpose for my life. I’d take that any day over pitifully wanting to hear “Oh, you poor, poor thing…”