Thank you over-entitled, underappreciative, totally unaccountable assholes. Thank you for keeping it real.
Okaaaaaay…
So, here I am trying to wrangle me some assholes.
Like an idiot, I think I can change their minds about their assholishness. But come on, we all know they can’t hear me because they are not at a place to, awwwww fuck it… (their heads are too far up their asses!), there, I said it.
Thursday I was talking to my friend Heather (one of the sweetest, nicest people on the planet. Waaaaay nicer than me!), and we were commiserating (uh oh, slippery slope), about how it seems that lately all of the—we won’t call them bad guys, okay, so maybe they can be called the “shitty people”.
How it seems that all of the “shitty people” (assholes) seem to be coming out on top. Either with their particular brand of financial trickery or the fact that their hijinks (general jackassery), is trying to suck the good cheer out of the new year—and is keeping us up at night.
Now, if I’m up late at night and YOU are the reason, and I had serial-killer tendencies, they would be materializing right about then. I know it doesn’t seem like it but I can be quite diabolical when pushed. I’m spiritual but I’m not a saint, and when you’re shitty to me or mine, I Ommmmm it away as long as humanly possible—and then I start plotting all the ways to…well, you know, kill you, or at least, ruin your day.
What I really need to do is mind my own goddamn business.
Seriously.
Just back away from the asshole; smile and disengage.
Then take a nap. Or go to a movie.
I’ve been seeing an awful LOT of movies lately.
Remember this poem from last year? Yeah me neither.
Just kidding, actually it keeps repeating on an endless loop in my brain—right alongside all the murderous thoughts.
I think it would be smarter to let IT win.
Here is what I’ve prescribed for myself today:
“Mind your own business” she said, the voice in my head.
“Who the hell are you?” I replied.
“Mind your own business!”
“Okaaaaay! I heard what you said.”
Her insistence I could not deny.
Who does that voice sound like?
I’ve got to know who?
Shit.
It sounds like my mother.
“Hey, Mom is that you?”
“Mind your own business” she warned, “Don’t look over there,
it’s not your concern, why do you care?”
I see some disaster and I’m compelled to assist;
like a poor choice of lipstick—I can hardly resist.
“Mind your own business”, she harped, “Keep your thoughts to yourself.
That’s the best piece of advice, better than any book on a shelf.”
“Mind your own business” she sniped, “And here’s more advice:
keep your nose outta trouble.
Don’t make me ask twice.”
“Goddamnit, you’re bossy!
Get lost! Too-da-loo!
Just who do you think you are?”
“Darling. I’m you.”
Some people are just shitty assholes—so drink some water, go to the movies, and mind your own business this weekend you guys!
Carry on
xox
