Why y'all?

You ever wonder why all the bad things happen to good people?

I ask this probably everyday, some more than others. Some days it has me in bed binge watching Netflix and eating close to a whole pizza by myself. 

The other day some nincompoop hit my car and failed to leave info. Instead of getting mad I laughed for a minute, called it in, then went looking for the perpetrator's car. After the officer told me I'd have to basically figure it out on my own and get the information by myself I was a little more upset. As bad as I wanted to smash in the other vehicle's windshield I didn't. And I'm still waiting for the police to figure it all out. 

Another day I wrote what had to have been the greatest paper on ancient Chinese literature, to have ever graced any college professor's presence. But instead of getting an A-like all my papers I write get- I received a C. A mother freaking C. Nah, this wasn't good. Instead of freaking the hell out I contacted the professor and she said she received it late, and gave me that grade based on it being late. The due date was changed in class but not online. No Bueno. So I may only pass this class with a B- C tops. 

These may seem like little things but they're big to me. 

I've been stood up by dates more times than I can count. I have been judged based on past decisions, based on me being a Mormon, a larger person, a big mouth, a Florence, a gym junkie, and one who tells ya how it is. I'm sick of it. Why can't we just judge people based on the cars they drive? 

Can't someone look at me and realize I can hold an intelligent conversation, that I am more than all that people see me to be. What is wrong with people judging the hell out of others before they even get to know them? How come, people see me as freaky because I love to go to the gym and lift weights instead of sitting on the couch getting fat. How come no one can see that it's healthy for me to be here, regardless of my size? And my kick ass muscles, don't dog me because I'm bigger than you, go ahead give me a compliment instead of tearing me down. It's jackasses that didn't give me compliments and instead gave the opposite that landed me Obease. I'm sorry I ate my feelings for years. I wish I could had run away my feelings but no it was more satisfying to stuff my face. 

How come I get the crap shifts at work. How come I get screwed every week at work when someone doesn't wanna work, or gets fired. Why is it that people rip me out instead of the person Who is the problem? Oh that's probably because I'm the easy target. I can't help that it's easier to take the blows than deliver them myself. I'm sorry my mamma raised me to turn the other cheek. I'm sorry that it's easier for me to burry my feelings and harbor hate much longer than it should. Why the hell is it so damn easy for crap to happen to me.