i wish i could make things better for the superwomen and men (not supermen, there was only one superman and he wore his undies on the outside, so less said about that, the better) in my life.yes, i have quite a few of them and i rely on them to make my existence as a mere mortal better. do i thank them for it? hell, no. it's their job to take care of me.
they are intelligent, sensitive, articulate, creative and mostly people that are very nice to know. not for them is the bland cover-all phrase - great personality - they are super-fucking-awesome people.they are vibrant, interesting and as warm as melted marsh-mallows on cocoa. they know how to balance ambitions with dreams. and they are a reservoir of knowledge on pop trivia and coolest club wear, they can dance a mean salsa and can make sense of george orwell, not to say anything about steamed pomfret maach, tax returns, mutual funds and equities. yet, sometimes they get handed a raw deal in life. happens.
but what bothers me is that these women and men have a complete inability to look beyond themselves when it comes to figuring out what went wrong. why they can't stop apologising for mistakes other fuckwits make, why they can't stop feeling inadequate because of the lack of perception of some pea-brained moron, why they can't recognise the fact that they do not HAVE to put up with shit - is completely beyond me. i wish for once someone would have it in them to say it oud and clear "look, it's not me, it's you. that's what the problem is. you are just not good enough and i know it."
people should never be apologetic about being nice. god knows and they know, there's not enough niceness around.