… things could not get worse – they will.
Must be a law of nature. Human nature that is.
I’m not talking about money – paying my bills at the start of the month is an adventure in itself.
I’m not talking about job hunting, at least I get very nice and personalised letters of “thank you, but you are not the one we were looking for”.
It’s what in German is called “Gutmenschentum” – those blokes that turn up when least expected, with the best of intentions (seemingly), who kick you in the groins – and kill all determination to reach the “good” aim all actions were intended to ; simply because they know no better, or – what I presume in this case – because of malice ; or because they “know all the better” (and are members of a supreme race of humankind glowing in their righteous halo), untouched of any detailed knowledge about how things are handled, about juridical forms, and – most strikingly – without any interest in good communication.
It’s brain-melting, anger-inducing & perhaps Mickey SPILLANE was right:
“I don’t like people. I don’t like any kind of people. When you get them together in a big lump they all get nasty and dirty and full of trouble. So I don’t like people including you. That’s what a misanthropist is.”
Of course I like You, my venerated reader, but at the moment I’d happily blamm large holes into some people I had to learn to know, just in the vain hope that it would stop their disgusting stupidity and Pharisaic boastfulness to spread. But I know it’s of no use. So I keep to clearing up the mess, cook meals in the night and put a kettle on the stove, for tea, warm hands and listening and planning – rats, the world would collapse without tea and warm water bottles. Strong beer and *cough* cheap cigars.
And easy music – here’s Natalino OTTO (Eng., It.) La piu bella sei tu, aber ja.