I gotta tell you—it doesn’t work that way. The bigger the mound, the worse the smell, downwind or not.
Having survived a whole lot of shit in my own life, and then consequently being the recipient of other people’s stories of all the shit in their lives, I have come to the conclusion that no one should even try to get their shit together. The pile is too high, the smell is too strong, our backs are too weak, and the shovel too small.
In fact, I believe the secret is this: sort your shit out.
Might I introduce the 3 pile method? This week we will inspect pile 1.
Pile 1: Boomerang shit; aka Self-imposed Shit
There are moral laws or rules up that we can choose to follow, or not. Regardless if you believe God set them up, or the Wiccan 3-fold rule, or universal reality, they exist. They are not randomly picked out of caprice—they are there for self-and others- protection. You don’t follow them—you will end up with all kinds of shit on yourself like:
- “My wife/husband looked at my phone and saw that I’m having an affair.
- “I got Chlamydia twice from the same girl/guy”.
- “I waited until the last minute to get a project done, so I had to stay up all night.”
- “All I said was/did was [insert self-serving snarkiness here]...”
You want sympathy for shit like this? It’s in the dictionary—listed right before syphilis. You choose shit, you get shit. Stop whining about it, look at it, and deal with it.
I recently got my hand slapped on a private forum—I was told I was judgemental about the recent reality show “True Tori”, where Tori and her current husband Dean learn to cope with his infidelity as he checks into rehab for sex addiction. [http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/tori-spelling-confronted-husband-dean-mcdermott-cheating/story?id=23360276]
Truth be told—you reap what you sow, man [http://www.openbible.info/topics/reaping_what_you_sow]. Tori and Dean were each other’s affair partners during their respective marriages, and divorced to marry each other. If you choose a partner who is ok with cheating, well...what do you expect?
In theory, if you choose not to engage in stupid shit, you could automatically reduce your daily shit consumption by a third...think about it....you reap what you sow...what goes around, comes around....YOU have the control over how much of this shit you have to deal with.
This is tough shit. You may have been using too much room spray in hopes of ignoring it. It’s time to wake up and smell the shit brew. Your shit smells. Is whatever you’ve been doing to bring it in your life worth it?