By: William G. Muir
Just something I posted on my Facebook page.
So there this letter making its way around Facebook the past few days. I am not going to link to it because I have no desire to have something that hateful anywhere near my account. The fact that I sat through and read the whole thing is enough to just piss me the fuck off.
Now I generally shy away from commenting on the kind of things that trend here on Fscebook for one reason, a majority of them tend to scams. I like to see what Snopes.com has to say on subject before I even waste my time on it. Unfortunately Snopes.com thinks this letter may be genuine, if that is the case this is a sad case.
Actually it is more than a sad case, it is a fucked…no it way beyond fucked up.
How can anybody be that damn heartless? The individual who not only wrote, but then had nerve to send that letter is beyond cruel. I don’t even know if there is such a word to describe this whole situation. At least there is no word that I will accept for how dehumanizing this letter was.
By William G. Muir
What do I fear? That is today’s challenge. But where do I begin? To be honest with you I am not too sure what this questions is asking. Is this a philosophical question, I am suppose to name something that is holding me back from what it is I want to do in life. Or is it more of general question, and I am suppose to actually name the things that scare me. Either way I am just gtoing keep typing away until I got a decent length post here.
These are not in any particular order.
1. I am afraid that I am not good enough. No matter what it is I am doing, from writing, when I was getting my degree in Computer Electronic, when I played football in high school, or justing being being my I am afraid that I am doing something wrong. So to make up for the way I feel I work extra hard to compensate for whatever deficiencies that I have, imagined or real. You have heard it said you should give 110% well I go beyond that and I try and give 160%. But no matter how hard I try I never feel like I am good enough. Even when I get complimented on how great a job I have been doing I have a hard time accepting and believing it. It is because I so rarely get feedback of any sort, and when I do it is generally from those people who are close to me, friends and family. It’s not that I don’t believe them, it’s just that I sometimes think they are saying what they have to say. But in all fairness when a strangers pays me a compliment I am weary of them. I am pretty sure they are being sarcastic.