This entry begins in my car this morning. You see, last night, I lent my car to my mother. While in my car (besides using up my gas), she decides that she dislikes my music and wants to switch from CD to radio. Instead of pressing the switch button, she instructs my brother to remove the CD. Where he removed it to, evidently, was a pile of goo (God knows what it was; I certainly don’t). I find my radio cover (on the floor of the driver’s seat) and my CD (thrown haphazardly in a nook by the dashboard. CD is covered in gunk and is well scratched. Mother blames brother. Brother blames me and my mother. All I know is that I donated something because I’m nice to have it disrespected and some of my property ruined. I don’t care who did it (though I am of the opinion they are both at fault) but I do need someone to take responsibility and make up for the error.
And I think that’s a huge thing in the world right now. I know that I am more inclined to point at someone else when I have done something wrong and let them take the fall for it. It’s one of those things that I am trying to work on myself. Taking responsibility is hard, but it’s one of those things that if we do, and we learn from our mistakes, we become better people for it.
One of my favourite cries is “oh, but he said….” and to try to pin the blame on someone else, thus twisting the situation. Guess what, world (and myself as well)- that doesn’t change the facts. Yes, he may have said that but you had no right to have said this. Be the bigger person, foresee the possible issue, do everything you can in order to be sure that it’s out of your hands… if you had, we wouldn’t be having this discussion.
My second favourite? “It was an accident.” Bollocks. So you took Gramma’s expensive vase and put it on the counter where the cat knocked it over. You may have not knocked it yourself, it was an accident, the cat did it, but guess what, peanut? You were directly involved. Take responsibility for your involvement.
I have a story about a time it was an accident, and someone took responsibility, and everyone was the better for it. I lent Rent to a friend once, who lent it to someone else (whose name she didn’t know). We tried and tried but we could not find the person she lent the movie to (this, by the way, is why I’m so anal about getting my movies back). I was miffed, but I let it go. What could I do, anyway? A couple months later, the middle party – who had lost it accidentally and meant no harm – bought me a new copy because she said she felt responsible. I was happy because I got my property back, and she felt better without carrying that burden on her shoulders. She didn’t have to buy me a new copy. I never asked for it. But she did because she rightly understood that I had entrusted her with the film and she was responsible for its loss.
Granted, I suppose not everyone in the world has that guilt complex. I know I do… but I’m also aware that my brother (jerk) doesn’t. I spoke to him about the CD, and his response was “well, Mom didn’t like your crappy music and it’s not my fault that it got ruined. I just took it out of the player and put it somewhere. Get over it.” Then he went back to munching his Pringles and turned up the tele a wee bit more. I know this situation shouldn’t frustrate me so much… but it’s the principle of the thing. It wasn’t a CD I purchased, but knowing that people care more about their own well being than for the sanctity of others’ property… well… the only person in my family I’m going to be lending my things to now is my father.
For those of you out there more interested in “not getting in trouble” than doing the right thing… … at the risk of sounding like a conservative mother… shame on you.