Victims.
You know? Those people who think everyone owes them.
They complain about how terrible their lives are.
A constant sob story.
They pull at your heart strings to get what they want.
People like myself are easy targets for victim mentality.
They prey on our empathetic nature,
They realise our generosity,
They will suck you dry, and leave you hopeless.
They are con artists.
To become a victim is a choice.
One morning i woke up to a banging on my front door,
I check out the window to see my Mothers car parked on the street.
My (ex) partner and i had been arguing AGAIN the night before.
Our tiny unit trashed, my eyes heavy from crying, i stumbled to open the door.
"What is going on!?" Mum spits, surprised to see me in such a state.
At that moment i was naked, not physically.
I had nothing to hide behind.
No make up or strategic clothing to cover bruises.
I had no time to clean up.
He was not their to make excuses for me.
There was no more hiding the fact.
I broke down.
"Domestic violence victim".
The police slapped me with the label, sent me off to court for an AVO.
Most of the officers had little time for me.
The few lovely female police women and court advocates were a life saver.
"Victim, Victim, Victim" is all i heard.
To become a victim is a choice.
At that moment i choose no!
I would not allow myself to become a victim of this guy!
I will never allow anyone to take anything from me.
The world owes me nothing.
I am better then to become a victim,
it reeks of stale energy and does not suit my style.
I still have moments when i feel down and sorry for myself.
We all do, bad days are NORMAL every once in a while.
I encourage my friends to have a sook every now and then,
let it all out, then move on.
If you are not happy, leave.
If you hate your job, quit.
If your bored, move.
If you want it, go get it.
If you stay unhappy, you become a volunteer as a victim.
