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Originally Posted by Aliantha
(Post 788773)
Well, I really think that bitterness is just the urge for vengeance without the balls to actually enact it, so I'd call it a pretty weak emotion to start off with. I'd say it serves no purpose and stops you from moving forward with your life after adversity.
Yes I know that sounds judgemental, but I speak from experience. I've been bitter about things, but in the end the only one I was harming was myself and I guess maybe my kids too. What's the point in sitting around feeling sorry for yourself and wishing things were different? Things are as they are. You choose to move on, or you choose to sit and stagnate.
I choose moving on. :)
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you know what? at 18 i've had the balls to take care of finishing the job of raising a buisiness my father died in the start of so my mother can live off of it, and low and behold people saw my lack of exp and i got scammed again and again until i made something which barely covered the 2nd mortgage my father took to invest in it and her expenses, i've had the balls to not escape military draft even though i had the oppertunity and the only thing i learned from that is that i am really not the sort of person who can kill someone and forget about it because they are "the enemy" like every other soldier seems to easily do, i've had the balls to try and start and startup and getting into debt for which i ended up having to sell everything i had and work my ass off to get out of, i've had the balls to travel to a new country to learn skills (sales) that where at the time as alien to me as anything could be and after a good period of sucess and paying off most of mt debts a change in the company got our wages delayed until i had to leave and ended up homeless for two weeks, i've had the balls to travel to another country trusting in a woman i fall inlove with online, i've had the balls to emotionally adopt a child without any legal claims for who i could loose every moment, i've had the balls to stay there when she learned to use it as a gun to my head in every fight...and surprise surpise, eventually she pulled all the triggers.
i've being following my balls around for quite awhile, and you know what it gave me? a lot of shit. so far, having balls sucks ass, pun not intended.
now i know i am going to get up, i always find a way to get up and i always find solutions eventually, and the fact i can trust myself to do so is why i can make risky decisions in the first place.
but this crap has being leaving its mark, and right now everything i really want to do involves looking back and crossing a burned bridge that is no longer there. so even though i know myself well enough to eventually figure this shit out, right now, for the time being, i don't know how to get up, and i am not planing to force myself into convincing myself that the mark isn't there.
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