So, I am trying to find out what to do with my talents. I am nye unto sure that I can't possibly continue in this particular rat race until I retire. Not without becoming a raving lunatic or an alcoholic. I prefer to be a weekend drunk...no dang meetings. Alcoholics have do meetings and steps and stuff.
I know, just plain ignee-ant. LOL
Something has changed in me. I just ain't in the mood anymore.
I guess I have laughed and smiled when I felt like crying too much. I've let people walk all over me. That ain't the part that gets to me though because what goes around truly comes back around. I figured out a long time ago I could sit and plot revenge against those who have wronged me and just end up wasting my time. In the end God is so much better at it than me. I have seen people do things to me and get the exact same stuff thrown right back at them. They crumble and fail and I just keep on going. For my ability to keep moving I am grateful to God. For them that fails? Strangely I don't feel remorse them or triumphant over them.
I am amused...and I don't try to hide it. I point at it and laugh long and hard in their faces. If they try to say something to me about it I just point out what they did. It took a minute but guess what? I cut out a lot of silliness. People don't call me for all that dumb stuff that I use to listen to and sympathize with them.
After awhile I kept hearing the same nonsense over and over again and I started snapping on people. I lost some folk, oh well, and others started making some good changes in their lives.
Wish my wishy washy butt had snapped years ago. Oh well, you live and learn.
And people treat me a little different, now. Only the newbies try the stuff I have been through before and wonder how they end up back outside my door without a word from me.
I discovered this blog called Ohellnawl. The picture above is a panel from one of their cartoons. I took a look at my life and decided to quit this bytch too. Its just not enough fun. Life is so short.
I am through with people trying to tell me I am not happy because I am single. Yes, I am...sip your hatorade and know I don't care what you think anymore. I know one thing, I am happier without the knuckleheads I attract than I ever was with them. Something about me attracts knuckleheads. Nope, I ain't even gonna try to analyze it and fix it. What for when vibrators come in all shapes, sizes and colors...and attachments. And Sam's got batteries for dayzzzzz! LOL I just don't care anymore.
No more tripping over my body changes, or wrinkles, kisses or when to and not to have sex. Its over! I can just be free to be me. *big black woman doing a Julie Andrews Sound of Music twirl*
Smooches!
