...but there are a few truths I have picked up along the way.
If you drive a V8, morons in tiny, embarassing shitboxes will try to get you to drag them off at the lights. Resist the urge ...they are dickheads and there is bound to be a cop around the corner. Let them squeal away and have their “victory” and pass them 20m up the road...resist the urge to laugh or flip them the bird, I know it is hard!
If you park in a near empty area of the carpark you will come back to find some dickhead parked 6 inches from your driver’s door even though there was an entire carpark available...
Birds will only shit on a freshly washed car...
Bat shit eats through your paintwork if not washed off within 30 seconds...
If a loved one asks you what you think about their new “plans” and you just know in your heart it will not end well keep it to yourself. They do not want to hear common sense, they don’t even want your opinion really, what they want is for you to nod and smile and send them to their doom with a happy wave. The when the shit hits the fan, which is inevitable, they want sympathy.... and possibly cash.
Which leads me to the next truth, resist the urge to say “I told you so”, or “it was never going to work/happen/end well.” You will just be the bad guy.
If you have resisted the urge to both tell them what you think and then gloat afterwards you will still be in the shit for not warning them.
You will be the only one having sleepless nights about their recklessness.
You cannot win, so why even bother?