You want fries with that Beef? Part 2 - Helpless

In the event that you missed Part 1 of my ultra rant, you can go back and read it here.  In that segment, I covered one of the main reasons why people (namely yourselves) just suck in general. Let's plow forward with this ass parade shall we?  

Helpless:

So here I am, surrounded by a world full of lethargic morons, who's only goals in life seemingly consist entirely of owning Blackberrys and wearing the tightest jeans ever created.  Fucking awesome.  What can be better than that?  Well, apparently, not only are most people clinically retarded, but they're self-destructive as well.  

In my youth, I was what can be considered a "good" person.  By my own God given nature, and the lessons taught to me during my youth, I thought it my duty to try my best to help those who asked for it.  At one point I even thought I could save the world....so to speak.  I'm not talking about anything big here, mind you.  It's not like I went around the city kidnapping drug addicts to help them through a rough and tumultuous rehab, or fighting off hordes of zombies to protect a haven of busty, promiscuously bi-sexual amazon princesses aching for the taste of man-meat.  No, these were simply small issues; issues that can normally fall to the way side in the grand scheme of life.  But that's where the issue lies.  The big problems are easy to deal with, aren't they?  I mean, you know exactly what needs to be done in those situations.  Diagnosed with Cancer?  Fight it to stay alive.  Someone pull a gun on you?  Well....that one varies, but once you start doing whatever it is you're doing, it gets pretty simple.  The big, obvious problems aren't where people fail themselves or society.  Rather, it's the small ones.  The boyfriend/girlfriend related bullshit, or the general "I don't know what to do with my life" problems.  

As shocking as it is, despite being out of highschool for more than a number of years, these problems still come up with mind boggling frequency.  You'd think, that after a number of years of "existence" that people will learn how to handle these situations.  Let's face it, life is pretty much just a seemingly infinite string of these little problems.  If you can't face or navigate your way through these issues, then you simply cannot navigate your way through life.  Surprise fucking surprise.  I'm actually quite shocked that more people don't kill themselves accidentally while getting out of bed.  

You see, in my vast experience, I've found that the people that look for help in these "situations" are simply looking for some type of validation.  Actual HELP need not apply, thanks.  Even if they are convinced that they want help, they won't actually follow through.  Once the emotions settle and the "urgency" of change have been swept away by time, they regress into their old, self destructive habits.  This is why people sleep with their ex's, or stay in abusive relationships.  Hell....this is why people drink, continue to drink, and sell their children to drink.  It's easy and comfortable....and sometimes its what they actually want.  Or at least what they think they want.  This, of course, all ties back to what I touched on in Part 1....how all of you idiots have the stupidest, most useless aspirations, and how humanity, as a whole, is a general waste of talent and potential.  Fantastic.  When the shit hits the fan, you ask for help, but you don't actually want it, do you?  You just want to hear some random bullshit that will somehow make your life easier.  You want some kind of quick and easy validation that you are a good person and that things will be cool in the end.  Well I have news for you: life sucks.  There are no easy answers, and there are no quick and painless ways through it.  You queers better knuckle up.  

Despite what you may think, this isn't one of those blog entries that will end with some kind of meaningful insight on this topic.  I'm in no way writing this to appeal to those of you reading who may find yourself in some kind of "distraught" minor situation, as I've mentioned in the paragraph above.  I'm not encouraging you, or trying to comfort you in any way.  You see, I've decided that the right thing to do is to stop giving a shit.  That's right.  Push this godawful world away.  Help should be given when it is asked for, yes....absolutely.  But once that help is given....once that person has been "taught how to fish" so to speak, then that's it.  Everyone should be given a chance to "know" how to fight the battle, but knowing and doing are two different things.  If you've been helped....if someone was kind enough to hold your hand through a hard situation, has helped you get back on your feet to the point where you can get your shit back together....yet you fall ass-backwards into the same bullshit hole that they found you in....then you can go fuck yourself.  Why?  Because if you dont' have the will or the strength to climb up that cliff, despite the tools and know-how you've been given, then you deserve to fall to your goddamn death.  

What you don't realize, you sack of crap you, is that the person helping you is making sacrifices of their own.  By breathing life back into you, they give up part of theirs.  Such is the symbiosis of life, and the relationships that we forge therein.  When someone reaches out to help you, they do so because they genuinely care.  When you regress, it's because you don't.  The only problem is that now you're not only wasting your life, but someone else's....and that's fucking inexcusable.  How many people have suffered because their friends or loved ones were weak, feable idiots?  The Buddhists refer to this as "releasing your ties to worldly matters"....but I call it cutting the fat.  These people are parasites in your life and should be discarded.  If you happen upon a youtube video of them committing suicide, then take comfort in the fact that they are now someone else's problem.  Yea, ok that's a little harsh, but you get the idea.....

-Jack the Stripper