Consequences of Living an Ungovernable Life

Por Macario Morales

I woke up one day, my body in pain because of all the punches and kicks I had received, my lips full of stitches, my eyes swollen and with black circles from all the hits. Then I saw myself in the mirror, "This cannot be!" I told myself. I wondered why I needed to be in such conditions. Then I started to reconsider and look back at my past, and asked myself what I had gotten from that character I had and realized it had brought me nothing good. Furthermore, I wasted too many years of my life and that, precisely, is what I would like you to avoid. You've spent several years of suffering because you did not know how to live, just like I threw away all those years. I already lived that, and it is definitely not nice to live an ungovernable life.

Praised be to God, for I have changed, and I am entirely different. If I could change my life, you can do it too. We are all children of a loving God.

I sought an opportunity, and I got it. It came with a smile and told me, "I am here, right by your side. Let's move forward because life is a battle."

• Idioma: Español
• Editorial: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Fecha de lanzamiento: 17 feb 2023
• ISBN: 9781662494215

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Consequences of

LIVING AN UNGOVERNABLE LIFE

MACARIO MORALES

Copyright © 2023 Macario Morales

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2023

ISBN 978-1-6624-9424-6 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-9421-5 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Contents

Chapter 1: Being Young and Unbearable

Chapter 2: When You Are Wise and You Know It All

Chapter 3: Being Wild, Bad-Tempered, and a Moody Parent

Chapter 4: Being Negligent and Leave Everything for Another Day Is Disrespecting the Law

Chapter 5: Aiming to Be the Maximum Authority with the Community of God

Chapter 6: You Do Not Know How to Do Things, but You Do Not Let Anyone Teach You Either

Chapter 7: Getting Married without Knowing Why

Chapter 8: ¡How Terrible It Is Not to Keep Your Word and to Be Irresponsible! Your Credit Is Your Personality

Chapter 9: Having Children without a Purpose or Idea to then Put the Burden onto Someone Else

Chapter 10: Mistreat Your Kids, Run Away from Your Kids, and You Do Not Want to Provide for Your Kids

Chapter 1

Being Young and Unbearable

The consequences of living an ungovernable life

When I started writing this wonderful book, I call it wonderful because I share with you, from the bottom of my heart, all my experiences, my past, the consequences, and the high price I had to pay for living an ungovernable life, I hope that when you read it, you find useful the suggestions in here about what I lived and went through all the years, so you can avoid catastrophe in your life and not waste twelve to fourteen years, at least, which was the time I wasted away.

I am completely certain that, if you read this book to the end, you will relate to it and will make a bridge of understanding with your life. I also hope that you will find the peace and calm that your soul needs so badly because it is not nice to live a bitter life. Why a bitter life? Because it is not normal that you suck when compared to other people around you. They are happy and full of joy while you find someone to blame, and not for what they did, but for what you are going to make them pay.

Living a bitter life somewhat turns you into a vampire. You suck the positive life out of other people, especially if these others were doing well, and you disturbed them with that character and made them feel bad.

You are not happy, you hate everything, and whatever others do annoy you. On the contrary, you are really annoyed and angry. You do not have a good way to treat others. You get angry easily at others and fight just because someone turned back to look at you.

Having a negative attitude is disgusting, and that was my problem. When I could not take it anymore, I had to surrender. I realized that all the negative things ruined me. Wherever I went, I was always angry and mad at people because I felt they followed me. I got mad because of nothing and everything. Such was my character. If I went to a store, I got frustrated because people passed before me in the line to pay. I felt bad inside, and I would tell myself, Just the right time for everyone to get in line to pay! I hated people so much, especially if they ran to get before me in the line. I was criticizing and talking poorly about others. I became cynical and a person who did not know how to treat others.

I was sleazy and became a total grouch. I got angry at banks, especially if there was a long line and I had to wait. Let’s not even talk about how I got with clerks at stores or servers at restaurants wherever I went, and I got angrier if they told me, I am sorry, sir. I did not hear your order well. Could you please say it again? I got really furious when that happened, and my reply was rude because I hated that they came up with that. Obviously, it is not good to diminish a son or daughter of God to make them have a bad day. I did not understand or get that I was the one with the problem because I stuttered and, instead of being nice, listening respectfully, and replying in a friendly manner, I just got more despotic at people.

Nowadays, analyzing myself, I realized that I was like a time bomb with myself. I would make a scandal in places and then argued with the managers. They tried and told me nicely to please speak a little less loudly. But I just yelled more, was meaner and sarcastic, said things, and called them thieves so they would look bad before other people. That was the way I used to think.

There was a very famous buffet in the city of Clovis, California. We arrived there about five minutes before the place closed. They told us they were running out of food before we entered, and it was our call whether we wanted to eat what they had available. My kids said yes, and they let us in. I got so angry that I made the manager have the kitchen cook the food that was missing. Everybody at that place was looking back at me.

I got so angry that my skin, which is brunette, got darker, my ears and my face got hot, and some wrinkles appeared on my forehead. My eyes got big like those of a calf or as if I was going to get eye drops and, to top it all, I started to stutter. People could not understand what I was saying! Nobody could understand me. Even on the phone, I got angry with the voice recordings that say, Press 1, press 2, press 3. We are not available. Please leave your message, and so on. Those words had me at my wits’ end.

I never made a claim kindly or with respect. I was very sarcastic and rude. Do not yell at me, said the operator, and he cut me off. I would get even angrier when that happened. I told stronger, more aggressive words as if they were the most commonplace on earth.

Annoyed. All the time, complaining about people on the street. I could not understand that I was not the only person in the world to think that streets would be empty at eight o’clock in the morning, so I alone could use them. Traffic lights seemed to be waiting for me precisely to turn red. I disliked my kids talking on the road because they annoyed me. I never did things with love, happiness, joy, or in a good mood. I was angry and grumpy at all times.

Bad temper. I did not know how to behave at work. I was never kind or treated people with courtesy and kindness. I criticized a lot, and I was good at doing that to people. Since I was a child, around ten or twelve, I would call people names such as corn face, dry peanut, horse face, snot face, tiny toad, the giraffe, the elephant, well…if I wrote them all I would fill the page because for that kind of thing I was good. As soon as I spoke with someone, I was already thinking about a nickname for them. One day, a couple of friends talking to me said, Do you hear how Mack talks about the neighbors, honey? What nicknames do you think he has for us?

One of my co-workers was obese, and I called him rimless barrel or potato sack. Sometimes I looked at them and told them, Hey, are you studying law? When the other person asked why, I replied, Because with that body, you’re ready for the meat case. I also told them, I thought they had thrown you into the pool. When they asked why, I would answer, Because someone ordered a drowned beef. If they were thin, I would call them broomstick, and if they wore glasses, I would call them eyed-rod or jam jar. I would do that to make people feel bad. I loved to joke on people, but I had a defect that I just did not know how to keep.

Disrespectful. I used to confuse this word. I did not even know its meaning. My vocabulary consisted of numerous bad words, cursing all the time, and offending people. For half my life, I never said encouraging, nurturing words to make people feel good or happy. I say people because those around me never wanted me as a friend, which just makes sense with a mean, stingy person. Who wants to be friends with a person like this, with an aggressive, rude, disrespectful, teasing, and troublesome character? Who wants to be friends with a moody person and a bad attitude? Maybe someone crazy would want to be around a person like that, let alone invite them to their house. One day, someone told me, "Mack, I care