I have had a couple of recent encounters with people I characterize as “snotty people”.
One via email – not to ME, but to others I care about.
The other via blog post – not TO me, but about me. VERY about me and some alleged Valium use.
(Note: sleep deprivation and Valium use may or may not present similarly.)
If the slander about me was via the National Enquirer, at least it’d probably be because I was famous.
Aaanywho.
H8trs gonne H8.
So. The mean stuff… Not my bag. Not my angle.
I’m not saying I am 100% nice. I am not saying I don’t think mean things, but what goes on in my mind typically stays there. For better or for worse.
(Or comes out in an irritatingly vague blog post…)
But now we know why I have an alter ego.
That stuff in my head has to talk to SOMEONE. Despite her duck-face, she’s a good listener.
One should neve take oneself too seriously while posing on a tiger/lyger/leopard/what kind-of animal is that anyway rug.
Or ever.
I think I am digressing… I am really trying hard to be vague enough that no one will be able to find the body not name names. Who or what isn’t important. It’s the behavior that’s important.
O.K., so maybe I do struggle with a touch of passive aggression. We all have our demons and/or alter egos.
I write all this because, frankly… I just need to get it off my chest.
That’s not true. I really just wanted to show you my pictures of me on an animal rug.
Because really, how often does a grown woman get to pose on an animal rug?
DON’T ANSWER THAT I DON’T WANT TO KNOW THE ANSWER IGNORANCE IS MY BLISS.
Furthermore, I don’t need anyone to tell me I’m not dumb. Or nice. Or wonderful. Or awesome. Or SPECTACULAR.
I don’t need flattery.
I like it.
But I don’t need it.
That’s not true. I don’t like flattery either.
*gasp*
WHO HAVE I BECOME?!
You know what it is that I DO need??? And what the rest of the world needs?
NICE WORDS.
LOVE SWEET LOVE. You just sing that song, Dionne!
A SMILE instead of a furrowed brow.
Simple, simple stuff.
…
Aaaaaaand I think that should do it.
Join me tomorrow, when I talk about shoes.
Or not. It depends. I may have to draft an apology.
It’s snowing right now.
Just thought you’d want to know that. And if you don’t want to know, just keep it to yourself. Tuck it deep, deep down.
See? Doesn’t that feel good?
[Photo props to Danny Seo, thanks, yo!]
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