I Know You Are…But What Am I?
02 Jun 2011 Leave a Comment
Hello all…I know it’s been quite a while, but hey…I’ve been busy. School, kids, work, and the general daily grind have sucked me and my time into the vacuum bag of LIFE. Now, I have a bit of a break. And lucky for you…dear reader…I’m pissed, and I’m going to tell you about it. Yay, right?
For starters, I’m 41. Yeah, I said it. Not exactly thrilled about it…but that’s the way it is. It’s better than the alternative, I guess. That being said, I graduated from high school back in the late 80s, see? So why, please tell me, am I still dealing with lame-ass, gossipy, insecure, bitchy, sophomoric females? Huh? Why do I still have people whispering over my shoulder, and why am I being speculated about by people who don’t even freakin’ KNOW me? Huh? Do I hold some sinister allure that makes me stand out like a sore thumb, or am I too confident for my own good? It’s kind flattering to think that you consume someone’s thoughts, right, until you really think about it. At this age…it feels like I have a stalker and not in the good way though I’m not sure there really IS a good way. Could it be as simple as a rogue booger on my face? Maybe?? Whatevah the reason, I’m getting far too old for cliquey, mean shit.
It still makes me mad, just like anyone, to be talked about in a vicious way, but now it seems it could effect my family as well depending on the forum. The kids are in school, you know? Talk about me all you want to, but leave my family OUT of it, right ladies? I’m serious. Don’t make me go all “Crazy-Ass Honey Badger” on somebody…wouldn’t be pretty. Anyway, I can sit here and write that it’s not all about me it’s about my family…but ya know what…it might just be about ME. So for those “grown-ups” out there reading this and thinking that you have NO idea what I’m talking about…you’re probably part of SOMEBODY’S problem because most people, especially women, know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. There. Whew. Sorry for that. I was beginning to feel guilty about using this blog as a forum for my aggression…but hey, it’s MY blog, right? Lol. I can do whatever I damn well please. So there. **raspberry** So glad I grew up right… (Deep Sigh…)
Sorry for the crazy bitch session, but it was needed. MUCH cheaper than a therapist. Wish I could have a true “come to Jesus” with the guilty individuals. Oh well. If there is a reader actually taking precious time to read this, I’d love to hear one about of your experiences with this nightmarish issue. I promise I won’t scream anymore. 
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