I’m walking. Minding my business, thinking of world domination and why so many people get in the way of my plan. Actually one person in particular got in my way, in my mind.
Car driving backwards, I get hit. Nothing serious, just a light touch. I kept walking, undisturbed. Things happen, and honestly nothing happened.

The driver took the action of running after me, confronting me and shouting:

“What’s wrong with you?”

I did not know he was the driver at the time he asked this odd question. Strangers running up to me, getting full blown in my face shouting questions is something that makes me feel uncomfortable and makes me shut down.

“You hit my car!”

Now things made more sense. Or actually no, still not. The car hit me, well, no one got really hit.
“What is wrong with you?”

His monologue continued. I told him, I was fine and glad with his concern. He argued HE was not fine.. “You hit my car!!!

At that point you know your oppressor is in a bad temper because of his own shitty messy life and just looking for a way to blow steam. I’m glad to be of help.
After a few more outcries he got his mind back to functional mode and left me alone.

As I walked a way, his question was still bouncing through my head. What is wrong with me?
I have 10 voices in my head telling me what is wrong with me every day. First thing they do every morning is jamming in my head, telling me what is wrong with me. It takes 10 deep breaths and a huge black coffee to knock them down one by one.  Those I call   the Demons of Destruction. They make it a big point to tell you where your failings are in your doing. Mostly after the fact, where hind sight is 20/20. But I’m digressing.
We all mess up and DO wrong shit. We can BE wrong. To acknowledge a defect (something wrong) in my own systematic doing, I never took that seriously.

That was wrong with me, being in my own way, I guess.

I’m often mad at the world, frustrated for not getting my way. It makes me nothing more than a hammer looking for a nail to hit in order to get things on the right track.
I could get a bit more sophisticated with my mind in order to open the doors that get shut in my face. Or accept they are.


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