That's what you get for being polite....

I just wanted to post the lyrics to these two The Jacksons songs because I have always felt they describe me really well. I have always loved those two songs because I was always able to relate to the lyrics so well. And every time I listen to those songs, they make me cry. There is so much "truth" in the lyrics.

I try to be kind, friendly and nice towards others and I usually try to help others when ever I can. And I don't really expect anything in return. However, when there is a time when you'd need a friend the most...just someone to talk to...and no one has time for you even when they know you're not doing well, it sometimes makes you wonder why you use all this energy for others when others won't do the same for you when you'd need a little help from them. But I guess I am so "stupid" though, that I just keep on thinking about others when I should probably be thinking about myself and what's good for ME, for a change. But then when ever I wish someone would be there for ME when I'd need them, I feel selfish because I am thinking "But I can't expect them to help me just because I was there for them when they needed me...because then I'd be wanting something in return...and...and...and...". But then in the back of my mind I am thinking "What IS friendship then??". It's kind of confusing...

It hasn't been an easy week for me. There has been a lot of "drama" going on (nothing I have any influence on really...let's just say that when you have all the wrong people in all the wrong places (such as in a position where they have a lot of "power" over others) things can get very uncomfortable). I HATE conflicts and back-stabbing and mobbing and all of that and I usually try to avoid fighting if I can, however things have gotten so bad that I can't just stay out. There are too many good people being mobbed, so I can't just let it be and do nothing. But I know that my life can get even more uncomfortable as soon as I say something. So I've been having headaches and stomach ache all week and I've been very close to tears all week because I really DREAD what is to come. I know it is gonna be bad and I really really dread it. And it would have been great to be able to "cry on someone's shoulder" and talk about it and ask for advice...but it just seems everyone is "too busy". And in a way it is very disappointing. You'd need your friends...but they are "too busy" to help you. I do understand it (I guess...) but it is still very disappointing. You'd need someone...but they don't have time for you. But when they call you and need help...you're there for them. That's what friends are for? That is friendship?

Anyways, I don't want to go into detail because it's private stuff...I just felt like posting the lyrics to the two songs. I always try to be kind and helpful towards others..but sometimes I wonder "how far can this pleasing go" (and with "pleasing" I don't mean "kissing people's a**"...I never do that because I HATE people who are fake...I mean, I do things for others because I LIKE to. It says in the Bible one should treat others the way one would want others to treat you, so I just try to think what I'd find would be a nice thing to do, and then act accordingly...and if I can think of something nice to do, I'll do it)....and yet...it seems I never learn. Sometimes I feel like kicking myself because I am thinking "Why do you do all this stuff for other people, when no one cares about what you need?". It's like "That's what you get for being polite"....you try to help others and be kind, but when you'd need help...no one cares. And yet you still try to make them happy anyways..."Jack still tries to make you happy"...I guess I'm Jack.

And I guess I will never learn....*sigh*

BLESS HIS SOUL
(By The Jacksons)
I try to do what's right for me
But no one sees the way I see
And then I try to please them so
But how far can this pleasing go

Somethings soon to come over you
You just can't please the world and yourself
You gotta start doing whats right for you
'Cause life is being happy yourself

Then you should bless his soul
It's hard to find
A person like you
You're one of a kind
If I were you, I'd change my mind
And start living for me in these changing times

Sometimes I cry 'cause I'm confused
Is this a fact of being used
There is no life for me at all
'Cause I give myself at beck and call

Somethings soon to come over you
You just can't please the world and yourself
You gotta start doing whats right for you
'Cause life is being happy yourself

Then you should bless his soul
It's hard to find
A person like you
You're one of a kind
If I were you, I'd change my mind
And start living for me in these changing times

The life your leading is so dangerous
It's so dangerous, dangerous all
The life your leading is so dangerous
Doggone dangerous, dangerous, dangerous

Somethings soon to come over you
You just can't please the world and yourself
You gotta start doing whats right for you
'Cause life is being happy yourself

Then you should bless his soul
It's hard to find
A person like you
You're one of a kind
People will cry
If rain or sun
Try to please all
And you've pleased none

THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING POLITE
Jack still cries day and night
Jack's not happy with his life
He want to do this, he want to do that
You want to be kind, but ends up flat for love
For love

He tries so hard to give a lot
He wants to be what he is not
Love's not harsh and love's not bad
And what's he doing for love is so bad
(He wants to be so bad)
(He wants to be so bad)
All the time getting in
Things he can't get out
Something deep inside of him
Eating up the pride of him
That makes him buy things for the girls
(That's what you get for being polite)
(For being polite)

Jack still sits all alone
He lives the world that is his own
He's lost in thought of who to be
I wish to God that he would see just love
Give him love

He tries so hard to give a lot
He wants to be what he is not
Love's not harsh and love's not bad
And what's he doing for love is so sad
(He wants to be so bad)
(He wants to be so bad) All the time getting in
Things he can't get out
Something deep inside of him
Eating up the pride of him
That makes him buy things for the girls
(That's what you get for being polite)
(For being polite)

(Jack still) Tryin' to make you happy, but...
(Jack still) Tryin' to make you happy, but...
(Jack still) Tryin' to make you happy, but he's not, but he's not

(Jack still) Tryin' to make you, but don't you know he cries
(Jack still) Don't you know he's scared
(Jack still) It's often for his love, it's for his love
Don't you know he often cries about you
He cries about me
He cries about you (You) and me (And me)
And every little thing that's in his way
He cries about me
He cries about you (You) and me (And me)
Know that he deserves to cry

(Jack still) Don't you know he cries
(Jack still) Don't you know he's scared
(Jack still) It's often for his love, yeah, yeah
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know, don't you know
He cries, he cries because there is a lack of love.....