How Does Someone So F*cked Up Live With Themselves?

How Does Someone So F*cked Up Live With Themselves?

Pardon my French but honestly, how?

It’s the thought that hit me before I even had my tea this morning. Just came barging into my head, uninvited. I wasn’t even thinking about them but it’s like my brain keeps trying to make sense of the senseless. How does someone cause so much damage and still act like the victim?

Like they’re the one who’s hard done by? We all know one or if you’re really lucky, you’re related to one. The kind of person who could set fire to your life and then ask why you’re so dramatic about the smoke.

It’s not just the lies. It’s the calm with which they tell them. The sheer confidence. Like facts are optional. Like feelings are inconvenient. Like your pain is just a speed bump in their story-line.

And somehow, they live in total peace with it. No guilt. No reflection. No accountability. They smile in family photos. They charm neighbors. They post wholesome quotes online. Meanwhile, you’re sitting in the fallout zone wondering if you’re the crazy one.

But here’s the part I’m trying to hold on to – just because someone lives in denial doesn’t mean I have to join them there.

Yes, I’m angry. Yes, I’m exhausted. And yes, sometimes I wish karma would just get a bloody move on. But I also know this, the fact that I’m asking these questions, ‘how can they live with themselves?’ – means I still have a conscience. I still care.

I haven’t turned into them. And maybe, right now, that’s enough.

Lesson of the Day:

Just because someone sleeps well at night doesn’t mean they’re right – it might just mean they’re shameless.

Keep your soul, even if it costs you your comfort. Sleep may come slower but peace runs deeper.