Being Negative

[19K30]

I was told by my family that I always find the negatives of everything. I know that being in the military they told me to always look at everything from worst to best.
My family told me to talk about rainbows and butterflies. OK so we left and went to a stop sign and a butterfly got hit head on by a truck right in front of me. No shit this thing was flopping around and I said to them what the f*ck do you want to talk about next.
Basically my tolerance for stupid people and stupid things are not very good. Stupid gets people killed.
So they say I can find anything negative about everything. Does anyone else have these problems?

For example bad football coaches, rich churches getting richer, and just everyday stupid shit that people do.

 

[combatgoldfish]

You're not alone brother.

A lot of it has to do with my combination of military service and my sarcasm.

Examples: I can't even make the 5 minute drive to work with getting angry, I walk past the security guard (I think he's mildly retarded, not joking, he couldn't stop me or anyone else from coming in without a badge) I lost or delete most of my "friends" off social media, etc

 

[Friday]

Yeah, but that shits funny, too.

I mean... Do you never turn that kinda shit into a game? Butterfly v MacTruck. A coup sheet 0-76, 77, 79? Was that 2? "You messed up my count!!! Get back here you suicidal flapping rainbow!" (Oh-oh-oh half a wing! Half a wing! Does that count? Bring out the sandpaper condoms. My count is f*cked again) or figuring out ways to beef that shit up so it could take out the truck? (My google history sheet is a bit sick: Looking up which NBCs an insect could take injected into them, or their weight bearing capacity, and for how long... would fit right in there).

Never run game on how to bypass security, or what kind of moron would actually be stuck (I am choosing to follow BS rules of walking back to my car & getting ID, instead of just handing you your ass, a mannequin with a sign taped to it could do your job better you twat), but actually be stuck? The image alone is f*cking hilarious. A one legged dwarf with poor self esteem, maaaaaybe. Nah. I can totally see that dwarf standing on you beating you with his itty bitty crutch. A 3yo with diarrhea running away from the building might not be able to get in...

Hell, I didn't bother to pay for concert tickets until I had kids. A clipboard, walkie talkie, and a harried expression will get you in most places. Add a pissed off, whose ass am I going to chew next? expression will manage most of the rest. (Duh-duh-dun. Lookout! A clipboard! Not that! Anything but that! Ruuuuuun.). Shit. People are f*cking fun.

ETA... Like choosing to follow BS rules, I choose to buy tickets when I have my kids with me. My philosophy being that little sponges need to learn what the rules are so that they're choosing to break them, instead of breaking them because they don't know. I may have the morals of a cat, but that was my choice. I want them to have a choice in how they see the world.

 

[Sludge]

If the troops ain't bitchin' something is wrong. Civilians cannot and will not understand we are trained to always expect the worst. It keeps us alive. Nothing wrong with it in my mind.
Being a cynic is a trademark of survivors. Optimists get complacent.

 

[dutchiedelta]

Most people have a mental filter to weed out the daily negatives. Life is pretty rough without that filter.
You then see people for who they are and that isn't always nice.

PTSDers often lost that filter and see the world in all its ugliness. We get a bit short sighted for the beauty of things as well.
Something to smile about or what gives you a good feeling, is precious.

Vets in general (imo) don't shake off their view of the world. That it can be a short ride and over any minute.
Some accept that and live life to the full.
Others luck out on positivism. It's reality but not one that makes for a happy bunny.

 

[Raven]

Being a pragmatist isn't a problem. But there's a time and a place for the so-called negativity.

A couple weeks ago, my husband and I went to a rock concert. Eve to Adam and Theory of a Deadman. It had originally been scheduled for a Saturday night in June but then the entire tour was pushed back by a month and a half so the show was on a Tuesday night.

All my husband did was complain the entire time about how late we would be out, how the acoustics in the venue sucked, how expensive the drinks were, and how it was way too loud... Our hearing is already damaged beyond repair so who gives a shit? He was just bitching for the sake of bitching. I finally told him that if he wasn't going to at least try to have fun for a couple hours, he should go home and I'll figure out how to get back by myself.

He left to go wait for me in the car. It was retarded. He likes Theory of a Deadman, that's why I got the tickets--I had asked him if he wanted to go and he said yes. I don't think he legitimately hated being there.

 

[19K30]

I generally don't complain about doing things that I want to do such as concerts or biker rallys when I get to ride my harley,

 

[combatgoldfish]

Wow for a second I thought I was in the anger thread :P