THAT girl.
I don't want to be THAT girl, the girl who uses her blog as more of a bitch rant than anything else. I will tuck away my pity parties and secret emotional turds here, for the maybe one person who knows this place exists.
Tonight in the bath while Gryffin serenaded me with an original death metal song called, "Mommy, Get Out Of The Bath Right Now!", I came to the realization that I like cranky, childish adults better than cranky children. I can tell an adult to go f*ck themselves and get the hell out of my face before I rip them a new orifice. Children, not so much. Don't get me wrong, I've told plenty of kids the get away from me and if they keep up their behavior not only will I tell their parents but I'll CC: Santa. Santa holds more fear than the spineless, lazy, pu$$y farts of modern day parents anyhow. I would never tell my own kid to go away or to shut up. I love him even when he's being a tantrumy, three year old devil spawn. His emotions are always on high alert, he hasn't developed that all important filter between emotions and mouth yet so I cut him some slack and remind myself to get a bottle of wine tomorrow.
There have been many people recently that I've just wanted to throttle with common sense like: 'Life sucks, get a helmet', 'Grow up and check your meds', 'Gee, I wonder where your kid learned to be a raging control freak?'. I know these people would never listen to me because they have never listened to anyone.
These wizened adults bitch and moan how life and others have done them wrong and never look at the good that is passing them by. Yes, days bite, weeks suck and months are long, tortuous tunnels of sh!t; however, they are but moments in time.
I'm not only spouting off to those who I wish would read this and not get their panties in bunch, I'm also talking to myself. I hold on to anger and let it grow like well watered tomatoes only to have my harvest taste bitter. People don't do what I want. Heck, my dog doesn't even do what I want him to. I'm a control freak of mass proportions but I need to try and control myself rather than others. It's my only hope of success.
Tonight in the bath while Gryffin serenaded me with an original death metal song called, "Mommy, Get Out Of The Bath Right Now!", I came to the realization that I like cranky, childish adults better than cranky children. I can tell an adult to go f*ck themselves and get the hell out of my face before I rip them a new orifice. Children, not so much. Don't get me wrong, I've told plenty of kids the get away from me and if they keep up their behavior not only will I tell their parents but I'll CC: Santa. Santa holds more fear than the spineless, lazy, pu$$y farts of modern day parents anyhow. I would never tell my own kid to go away or to shut up. I love him even when he's being a tantrumy, three year old devil spawn. His emotions are always on high alert, he hasn't developed that all important filter between emotions and mouth yet so I cut him some slack and remind myself to get a bottle of wine tomorrow.
There have been many people recently that I've just wanted to throttle with common sense like: 'Life sucks, get a helmet', 'Grow up and check your meds', 'Gee, I wonder where your kid learned to be a raging control freak?'. I know these people would never listen to me because they have never listened to anyone.
These wizened adults bitch and moan how life and others have done them wrong and never look at the good that is passing them by. Yes, days bite, weeks suck and months are long, tortuous tunnels of sh!t; however, they are but moments in time.
I'm not only spouting off to those who I wish would read this and not get their panties in bunch, I'm also talking to myself. I hold on to anger and let it grow like well watered tomatoes only to have my harvest taste bitter. People don't do what I want. Heck, my dog doesn't even do what I want him to. I'm a control freak of mass proportions but I need to try and control myself rather than others. It's my only hope of success.
posted by Hellin Heels @ 5:43 PM
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