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Seriously?

There are so many things that I do not understand. Like, how does a radio work? Or a television? Why can't we breathe under water or fly like the birds? Why does peanut butter and chocolate taste so darn good together? Why do some people make the same mistake over and over and over and over and over and.....well, you get the picture.

I. Do. Not. Understand.

It makes no sense to me. I figuratively scratch my head. I shake my head. I bang my head against the wall, but all that does is give me a headache and does not solve the problem of the person DOING THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AND EXPECTING A DIFFERENT RESULT!!

It's just a teensy weensy bit frustrating for me, as you may have guessed.



I'm a fairly easy going, patient person. I am thankful that everyone has choices in life to make. Your choices determine where you're going. Choices are good. You can always choose what to do---you cannot always choose the consequences of your choosing. Sometimes even when you choose and think you are making a wise decision, it doesn't turn out the way you thought it was going to turn out. That's where patience comes into play.

Then there are people who choose poorly, expecting a good result. Seriously?? SERIOUSLY???

To this person I say the following: SERIOUSLY? AGAIN????? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????? WHEN WILL YOU LEARN???

I also say the following: I love you with everything that I am, but I will no longer rescue you. Your choices are your own. I cannot help you any longer. *I* choose to take a step back and let what happens, happen. Now stop asking for our advice when you never take it. We are done. Good luck. It's sink or swim time, baby. It's up to you.

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  1. oh yeah....so understand. Like why my daughter went back to the guy that had left her in financial ruin 3 times and went to prison...only to have a child with him??? Still not married...sigh. You wonder where their brains are, what the thought process is. But anyway - good luck...parents all over the globe are behind you. ;)

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  2. ahhh, the joys of kids. sorry friend. sometimes this parenting gig sucks! but i'm here if you ever want to compare notes:) hang in there~ love you

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