Sometimes I wonder why I put up with the things I do. Years ago, I would just put up with things and never really questioned the why, then I started not putting up with anything. Over the last year or so, I have reverted somewhat back to the way I was before. I am just putting up with stupidity way too much. Now I wonder why I am putting up with it, when I know I can put my foot down and end the insanity.
Maybe it’s because I realized that the voice of one person means very little and that I can not change a single thing, except the lives of me and my family. Everything else is out of my jurisdiction.
