Tonight I accidentally began watching No Country For Old Men. Indeed it's not, because EVERYONE was dead within the first five minutes of that bitch.
Aside from that, the main character happened to stumble across a group of dead drug dealers and their load of cash. One of the men was barely clinging to life and he kept asking for water. Well, buddy didn't have any water. So, he takes the money and hightails it out of there. The movie could have ended here, because he got home Scot-free and about 2 million dollars richer.
Welp, some people just aren't satisfied until they get that ass broken off. Our new millionaire was lying in bed, tossing and turning because he couldn't get the thirsty dope-peddler out of his mind. Instead of laying there, shaking it off, and planning his move out of town, homeboy gets out of bed, fills a gallon jug full of water, and returns to the scene of the crime.
Naturally, the perpetrators return to the scene juuuuust as he was about to deliver the water. They chase him down, shoot at him, sic their dog on him, and make that man swim like Michael Phelps across some raging rapids to his almost certain death. By a very thin thread, he escapes. Now he's on the run from both the law and some bloodthirsty drug dealers.
Now, you may feel inclined to feel sorry for this individual, but I don't. Boo-Hoo-Hoo-De-Damn-Hoo for your choices! You chose to carry your ass back out there. You chose to deliver your water slowly and by foot. You chose to take those people's money. You chose that shit, so I really don't feel all that sorry for you.
I've never seen this movie before, so it'll be interesting to see how it all turns out. But I want you all to start thinking in terms of Boo-Hoo-Hoo for your choices. When that coworker, friend, family member, or complete stranger starts loading you down with their life's issues, sort out those that they had no control over, and those that they had complete control over. You too will be saying Boo-Hoo-Hoo!