I’m not your bud, bud!
Nothing makes me crazier than when someone insists that you did something you know for a fact you DID NOT do. I can understand an initial impression that one gets when there is confusion but once you have explained what may have happened it is utterly frustrating when a person, especially a stranger, continues to accuse you and pins you as a crazy person. Here’s the scenario….I am riding down the road with my husband as a passenger in my car with my phone in my cup holder. Being a total introvert and having had a shit ass week the only outgoing call I made was to my husband at 4:28 pm. Around 5:04 pm an incoming call comes to me from a “wireless caller”. Typically I would not bother because I don’t answer to anyone who is not in...
The 3 Degrees of Frustration?
No, this has nothing to do with the 6 degrees of separation. It actually has to do with 3 degrees, college degrees. Degrees that are supposed to be milestones and make a person and their loved ones proud of their accomplishments, not something to looked down upon and ridiculed. So, I am having a hard time doing this thing called…letting it go. However, I am having much success at not being confrontational. So….am I becoming a doormat because I am being hurt and still internalizing all of these feelings? Or am I choosing the high road by not even bothering with stupid comments from people who clearly don’t matter? Either way, thank goodness for this forum to voice my disgust and feel like I can even make one person aware that the words you...
Tired of being served the shit sandwich!
I wish people would just cut straight to the crap instead of continuing to serve the “shit sandwich”. Am I not adult enough to hear the word NO? Do we live in this society that people are so afraid of offending other people that we have to sugar coat everything? Honestly, it is exhausting. If you are not familiar with what a shit sandwich is let the Urban Dictionary educate you. To put it simply it is a way to deliver rejection in the middle of two slices of nice. So, I live in a community of single family homes which connects to a 55+ community that has a community center with an indoor pool. The adjoining community never had a problem emailing me when I was organizing our yard sale and wanting to get in on date, time, advertising, etc but...
All White Parties…. It’s not racist, it’s just douchebaggery!
All white parties. Has anyone ever heard of these or am I the only one living under a rock these days? Just when I think I am not as old as I am becoming I witness something that literally makes me stop, stare, and look that shit up on the internet. But yes, if you are going to come on my turf doing your city thang you are getting oogled and googled. Anyway, over the weekend I’m sitting at a quiet table for two when about halfway through dinner in comes a party of 6. This wasn’t just any party of 6. This was a party dressed completely in white. From the women in their oversized oxford shirts to the metrosexual man in his fashion forward skin tight romper this group was dinner party ready. Needless to say my head turned and not back quick...
#I.H.O.P.
IHOP? I’m sure immediately you are thinking pancakes. Not quite. #I.H.O.P. has been my hashtag, typically at the end of a rant about some idiot, again justifying to myself why I hate people! Do I hate all people? No. I have a small circle, well a dot, and I LOVE my dog and to me he is my people! Regardless, there is this hate I have for many people. I tolerate a lot and try not to show my frustration outwardly but when you have reached my last nerve you are getting IHOP’d. So, what does it stand for? Kind of reminds me of that OPP song when I ask that. If you are not singing that in your head right now you are way too old or boring to be reading my blog. Anyway, IHOP is easy: I I H Hate P People What about the O you ask? Well, depending on the situation the O is...
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