While the title is indeed self-explanatory, I'm a need a bit more info on this story...
"They told me to see the glass half full cause some see it as half empty
I chose to see the glass twice the size it needed to be" - Pharoahe Monch, 'Broken Again'
Do you know what it is to live with guilt? To know that you let down someone you love? To know that there is nothing you can do now to make it up to that person? There is not enough bourbon in the world to let me forget.
Do you know what it is to live with guilt? To know that you let down someone you love? To know that there is nothing you can do now to make it up to that person? There is not enough bourbon in the world to let me forget.
The hardest thing I ever had to do was learn how to say "sorry." Still not that great at it. Admitting I'm wrong feels like grinding sand between my teeth, but it's a skill I've needed to develop, for my sanity's sake. As I'm sure you know, guilt is nothing more than a tether, anchoring us to our past mistakes. Relax, relate and release dear Savage.
"They told me to see the glass half full cause some see it as half empty
I chose to see the glass twice the size it needed to be" - Pharoahe Monch, 'Broken Again'
It's a wasted emotion. Like regret. And worrying. That's why it sucks so bad as it is futile.
Nothing can be done to change the past but you're still stuck feeling these negative residual emotions. R&C is right to just release it. Drinking definitely helps.
And the boss doesn't know it yet. (Unless he reads Modern Drunkard forum.)
This shit started yesterday, it's like the trial of the century or something. The lawyers and judge were putting us through intense questioning.
It's a case of Mr. Crackhead raped Ms. Crackhead in a Motel 6. It gets a little complicated because Ms. Crackhead was only 17 years old at the time which added a charge of child endangerment in the mix. It got a little more complicated when we were told Ms. Crackhead would be testifying whilst wearing her prison orange jumpsuit because she's incarcerated. Poor Mr. Crackhead is looking at a long stint in the hoosegow, I wanted nothing to do with this case. I'm glad I got kicked off.
It was the prosecutor that kicked me off, but I can't really say with any certainty why she wanted me off. But I was the second juror she kicked off, so she really did not like me. During yesterday's questioning I told the judge that I had been arrested for a DUI, but plead no contest to a Wet Reckless. I also told them that I loaded trucks for a living. Something about that made the prosecutor want me out of there - she probably thought I was a Good Bro who would never convict another Good Bro of rape. If so, she was wrong about that.
Since my job pays me a full day of pay for being on jury duty, I get two days of pay. That is, unless I do something stupid and tell the boss that I got kicked off first thing this morning. And since I"m not going to do that, I GET TWO FREE DAYS OF PAY! I'll let him know later tonight that I'm returning to work next week.
The odd thing is - when the prosecutor called my name to be excused, I felt rejected. It was almost like I wanted to jump up and say, "Hey, you fucking cunt! You don't tell me to get the fuck out!" But I practically danced on the sidewalk when I got out of the building.
Defendants in this criminal justice system don't stand a chance will all those idiots sitting in the jury box. It doesn't matter how well the lawyers and judges try to prepare jurors for a trial. They are still fucking idiots.