Childish Behaviour...
I'm so glad that I'm over it. I have had total mental block for days now, have so much to say and can't get it out. Why, I hear you ask? Because I was really STUPID, and posted my blog url to my email signature line, and until I could get to the point of blowing, and going completely mental on certain mommie bitches, I didn't think I could write about it. I'm pissed that I had lost my personality, sparkle, enthusiasm, and fucking fun attitude.
I can't believe I even suggested giving up my group because some suggested I was doing them and everyone else a dis-service. FUCK 'EM! I can't believe *I* (even for a second) crumbled, and showed weakness, meekness, and oh poor-me-ness. All things I can't fucking stand.
I don't see it as a personality flaw when I refuse to compromise my own ideals and opinions. I can't stand women who say one thing to your face, and then another behind your back. I can't stand people who couldn't do what I've done, but all of a sudden think they're a fucking authority on it, and everything else. I can't believe I was so STUPID to think that some women wouldn't be complete bitches.
You do understand that a belief is a point of view - that person's p.o.v. I hate when people attack, point the finger at others, (or whisper behind their backs) based upon something they disagree with. It's a fucking opinion. We all have them. We're all entitled to them, and that's what makes it great about "getting to know someone". They can turn out to be not what you thought, and that's ok.
The fact that something so fun for me and the kids was becoming so negative, a chore, and left me wandering around with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach sucked. However, I can't believe that I even let it bring me down. I was slipping. I was falling into fucking Stepford. So, I did the only thing that would make me feel better, and be my personal best, I got lots of hugs and kisses from my family & friends, and I understood how really stupid & childish I, and they had become.
I can't believe I even suggested giving up my group because some suggested I was doing them and everyone else a dis-service. FUCK 'EM! I can't believe *I* (even for a second) crumbled, and showed weakness, meekness, and oh poor-me-ness. All things I can't fucking stand.
I don't see it as a personality flaw when I refuse to compromise my own ideals and opinions. I can't stand women who say one thing to your face, and then another behind your back. I can't stand people who couldn't do what I've done, but all of a sudden think they're a fucking authority on it, and everything else. I can't believe I was so STUPID to think that some women wouldn't be complete bitches.
You do understand that a belief is a point of view - that person's p.o.v. I hate when people attack, point the finger at others, (or whisper behind their backs) based upon something they disagree with. It's a fucking opinion. We all have them. We're all entitled to them, and that's what makes it great about "getting to know someone". They can turn out to be not what you thought, and that's ok.
The fact that something so fun for me and the kids was becoming so negative, a chore, and left me wandering around with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach sucked. However, I can't believe that I even let it bring me down. I was slipping. I was falling into fucking Stepford. So, I did the only thing that would make me feel better, and be my personal best, I got lots of hugs and kisses from my family & friends, and I understood how really stupid & childish I, and they had become.
1 comment:
It's ok to be disappointed when someone turns out to not be what you think, but the reason we joined this group was because of you. Your personality, your humor, your tell it like it is Chutzpah is what made all these women join the group. I've loved the time I've spent with you and hope to get to know you better. You are fun to be with and you've got me out of the house and looking forward to the day. Don't let a few take away from the great things you've done for so many of us!
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