Instead…

Who says, who says you’re not worth it?
Who says you’re not perfect
Who says you’re the only one whose hurting
Trust me, that’s the price of beauty,
Who says you’re not pretty?
Who says you’re not beautiful?
Who says? –“Who Says” by Selena Gomez
 

Why were people so heartless? So eager to cast someone, anyone down into the dirt and mock them as they flung stones? Why did they only feel better about themselves when they were destroying someone else?

It didn’t always end in death. Oh no, it was far more fun if their victim lived on, that way they didn’t have to find another to trap in the entanglement of their chosen entertainment.

Even those that had once been in the dirt were eager enough to squash someone else beneath them so that they knew that, for all their pains, there was someone worse off.

What would it take to stop this cycle? To change it so that pulling someone up and out of the mud would make you feel better instead of shoving them back down in it.

Is it even worth it some days?

Only you, yourself, can know the answer. It’s not the same for everyone, because some people just need time away from it all to rest. To step back and do something else, worry about anything else, because they’ve been int he trenches so long, that they’re starting to forget that anything else ever existed in the first place, let alone that they can make it.

In the end all it takes is time. Time that you use yo out-stubborn, outlast and out-believe that your way is the correct way in the first place. Because there’s no other way to do it.

Not that I’ve seen.

This mini-rant was inspired first by a post from Oliana that I read today, Sense of Loss, but the rant isn’t just about what was contained in her post. It was further pushed out because of this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt.

There are many, many, many different ways to hurt someone, to push them down.

If only we had more ways to pull them back up instead.

Sorry? It’s Too Late.

It was too late to apologize, she’d told them herself, but they hadn’t listened.

Hadn’t wanted to listen.

“This can be worked through, I’m sure.”

“You’re too young to make this kind of decision alone.”

“If you’d just try a little harder, I’m certain your husband would pay more attention to you.”

“It seems like he’s not interested, but maybe you’re just playing hard to get and taking it too far.”

“It can’t be as bad as you think, no one can be that heartless.”

She was silent throughout it all, but the last comment reminded her of the movie she’d watched with her children last week.

“You could have let me fall.”

“What’s the big deal? Nobody’s that heartless!”

What these people didn’t understand, didn’t want to understand was that yes, people could be and, more importantly were that heartless.

After all, who would try and blame the abused and convince them that their pain was their fault all while pretending that they were helping them?

Perhaps the ‘social workers’ and ‘counselors’ that she was sent to for help were that heartless. Even more heartless then her uncaring husband.


Today’s Daily Post prompt (https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/no-apologies/) asked for my guilty pleasure, one that I’m not sorry for. I thought of all the usual things: chocolate, flowers, promises I don’t intend to keep… (I love that movie for so many reasons.) But ultimately I came upon stories, whether they are stories that I have written or ones that I have read, stories would be my guilty pleasure that I’m not sorry for. All kinds of stories, it doesn’t usually matter (except for anything too graphic physically, I can’t handle those and don’t want to learn to do so) but I love them all.

I know when I write, I tend towards the more serious very often, that’s mostly because though I’ve been told I can be funny that’s usually on accident and has a hard time translating into my writing at all. People say that you write what you know, even if you only know of it in some small part and I’ve found that to be mostly true. You can write about something you don’t know, or at least something that you aren’t as familiar with. That’s where research comes in, if this isn’t true then all those essays I had to do in middle and high school about things I didn’t know anything about before starting on it were completely useless and should not have been assigned in the first place.