The Emotional Parade

Seriously, I weep for the future of humanity based on the kind of crap that I see online all the time. People who, while legally adults, they simply  cannot think or react as anything but little immature children and then, when they get called out on it, they can do nothing but scream and cry and throw temper tantrums.

Can these people grow the hell up please?

I mean, it’s really getting bad out there, people who are using social media as a place to whine because it’s too hard to actually be a mature adult. “But I don’t wanna!” Yeah, too damn bad! I really do fear for the future when these are the quality of people that we have coming into power.

I just got done with one whining moron who, as a supposed 22-year old adult, she cried that her mother somehow “forced” her to drive 6 hours to her house for Christmas, then, apparently, as soon as she arrived, her mother ran outside, threw all of the snakes that she brought along out into the cold, and now she’s wondering what to do.

Yeah, first, you call the police because that’s theft and destruction of private property, it’s also a crime to release non-native species in most states (and also, illegal to keep native species in most as well, so nobody can really say they were keeping native species or they were deserving of civil punishment). This is a problem for the law, not for social media, but these people are idiots and they don’t actually want real-world solutions, they want to whine and cry.

I am ever so tired of watching people whine and cry. Because the moment that this was brought up by multiple people, not just me, she freaked out. “I can’t do that! She’s my mother!” No, she’s a bitch. She’s a control freak. You already said that she “forced” you to come. I don’t know how, exactly, she didn’t say, but it wasn’t like she held a gun to your head and marched you to your car. If you are so susceptible to guilt trips that you throw all of your stuff into your car, drive across multiple states, just because your mother says so, you’ve got some serious problems.

Whatever happened to people growing a backbone? That seems to be another artifact of the past. Most of these people never become adults, something else that I’ve spoken about on numerous occasions, they are just children, living in ostensibly adult human bodies.

Had something like that ever happened to me, ever, you wouldn’t hear the same tale. I never would have climbed into my car at the demand of anyone. Granted, I wouldn’t have uprooted my pets to drag them with me because that’s stupid right there, but even in a legitimate emergency and I had to go, I’d have a way to leave them in place and have them looked after. That was a massive mistake right there on our subject’s part. But if I had shown up and received that kind of welcome, my first step would have been to tell my mother, or anyone else for that matter, exactly where she could insert whatever lever she’s trying to use to manipulate me and how far she should shove it, I’d be back in my car, back on the road and that would never, ever happen again. Ever.

Being an adult means learning to stand on your own two feet. It doesn’t mean becoming an asshole but it does mean not letting anyone take advantage of you, even those that you consider family. Family doesn’t become the exception to the rule. If they are trying to use their familial relationships to abuse  you, then they can take a hike, just like anyone else.

Everyone needs to be held responsible, no matter your relationship with them. This is the same kind of thing that leads to “I can’t tell the police that my uncle molested me!” In extreme cases, it’s what covers the pedophiles in the churches. “But we’re all children of God and I can’t file a complaint!”

As an adult, you have to pay attention ot your own well-being first and foremost. You and those who rely on you. That’s what matters most of all. After that, you can worry about other people. If those other people prove toxic to your newly independent nature, as seems clear in this case, then you are welcome to tell those other people which pier they can jump off of the end of. There are no limits to who you can tell to take a flying leap. You’re an adult. You make those decisions. You live with the consequences. Welcome to the real world.

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