…except that which we make.

There is nothing about being a good person that makes bad things any less likely to happen to a person. And there is nothing about being a bad person that makes good things any less likely to happen to a person.

This is unquestionably true. There is no rational connection between the purity of your actions and the random hand of fate. Good and bad behaviour have an effect on your fellow human beings and what they are likely to do, but when it comes to the kind of things that can make or break you life out of nowhere, nothing can protect you.

I mean, Michael J. Fox got MS, for fuck’s sake. Robin Williams got a brain disease so painful that it drove him to suicide.

Meanwhile, Donald Trump is still rich.

And the thing is, we all know there is no inherent justice to the universe. And yet, this truth is so intolerable to the human spirit that entire major religions have been invented, in part, just to give people a reason to deny it.

Hence the whole idea of a just afterlife, for example Heaven and Hell. That way even though we can all see the lack of justice in this world, we can at least take comfort in the idea that all scores will be settled and all debts will be paid when we die.

Not particularly plausible, but you can’t prove it ISN’T true, and that is good enough for religion, or conspiracy theories, or alien abductions, or anything else human beings use to make a terrifyingly complex world seem more manageable.

The real problem with the true, justice free nature of the universe is that it means that there is nothing we, personally, can do to keep these bad fates from befalling us.

The only thing protecting us, if it can be considered protection, is luck.

It’s a truth that forces us to confront the limits of our personal power. And that is a very rough thing to confront if you are the product of an individualist society who has been raised to believe that we are all authors of our own fate, able to shape our destinies however we please if we only want it bad enough.

This is also patently absurd. I can be a lot of things but no amount of wishing will make me a concern ballterina.

Plus, that “believe in yourself” bullshit I was force fed throughout my childhood is merely a way to sneak that old “just world fallacy” in through the back door.

After all, if everyone can be whatever they want to be, then whatever they are, they chose to be that way, and you don’t have to feel bad for them, right?

They should have just chosen to be rich, like me!

The truth is that some people get lucky when it comes to the circumstances of their birth and some do not.

And before you start thinking I am only talking about the Donald Trumps of the world, remember that you did nothing to deserve being born in a globally rich, peaceful, enlightened, well educated, and prosperous nation, either.

We are all rich and we are all poor to someone.

And how fair is that?

More after the break.

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All too sweet

Got a nasty surprise when I went to order my groceries today.

Like a lot of sites, Instacart gets you to rate the previous use of the site when you log in. So for example, when I log in to Skip the Dishes, they ask me to rate both the last restaurant I ordered from through them and how good a job their “courier” did in delivering that food to me.

So I am rating my previous week’s grocery delivery when it asks me to rate the substitution my driver made.

What substitution? I wondered as I clicked.

Turn out my driver make a little switch : instead of my usual sugar free Werther’s Originals, she gave me the full fucking sugar kind.

Gee, no wonder these “new” candies tasted so much better than the “old” ones. They were full of fucking sugar!!!!

I’ve been eating those all week, although not that many because the flavour, while super delicious, was quite a lot richer than I was used to, so I took it slow.

At least, that’s why I thought the “new” ones made me feel ill.

Needless to say, I am super fucking pissed off about this. I have been poisoning myself for weeks with these fucking things.

Then there’s the idiot(s) who delivered today’s order. First, they only found 7 of the 12 items I ordered, but that’s not their fault, there’s a strike at the port and the shelves are pretty empty all over the place.

Like the whole shipping industry is saying, “Hey, remember boats?”

What DO blame the fucking idiot driver for, though, is not only leaving my grocery order outside the front door of my apartment building instead of actually getting it to the apartment door like they are supposed to, even though they knew that it had one of these in it and it’s fricking July :

…but they also didn’t bother to call us on the apartment phone to tell us they had made the delivery in the first place!

Mother FUCKER. What is wrong with these people? Either they think apartment buildings are really big houses or they know they are supposed to deliver it to my apartment door but can’t be bothered to do it because actually doing their fucking job takes too long and is too much of a hassle.

Same thing happens with Skip too.

So now I am in an angry, cranky, hostile, and suspicious mood because I apparently can’t trust people to do even the bare minimum of their jobs correctly and now I have yet another thing to watch out for and to be honest, this is exactly how people like me end up bitter misanthropes who yell a lot.

And I don’t wanna go there.

I don’t want to end up like my father.

But people keep pulling this shit…..

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow