January 8, 2009
Let’s face it: some people in this world just aren’t happy unless they’re raining on someone else’s parade. It’s a fact. Most folks, I think, really just want to get by and mind their own business and be left alone to enjoy simple pleasures…but some people are incapable of civility. They thrive on irritating others, especially when they can do it in some way that’s barely detectable. Some way that leaves no trace, that their victims can’t prove or defend against. Ah, Weasels. No matter where you go, you’re bound to find them, sticking pins in your balloon when you aren’t looking, then standing there whistling innocently when you turn around to see who popped your balloon. Somewhere along the line, someone screwed up the Weasels but good, planting the seeds of their sneaky, nasty, rueful personalities…then turning them loose to needle the rest of us…to try to make us like them. And here’s the crappy part: they succeed. The fact they bother us at all or make us think about their cruelties means they’ve won. Which is why this blog entry’s so pathetic: because they inspired it. They got the upper hand. And that, in a nutshell, is what sneaky Weasels are truly all about: by mistreating and ostracizing others, they create a safe haven in which they themselves will never be mistreated or ostracized, in which they are always the stars, always the winners. And everyone else is a big loser.
