Sarcasm, that is. I like to talk my shit. Sometimes people don’t get it, and that’s OK. I’m going to do it anyway. Sometimes people don’t like it, and again, that’s OK. We don’t have to talk. I never set out to intentionally hurt anyone’s feelings but sometimes there are casualties of my sharp tongue. To that I say: get over it. Develop a thicker skin; talk to me about it like an adult; or ignore me. There are several people who I wish would just ignore me but I could never be so lucky.
I created this blog as a way to vent, rant, talk about things of interest to ME! I didn’t create it to appease or appeal to anyone else. If people like it, then fine. If they don’t, I’m not holding anyone hostage. Everything said here represents my thoughts, feelings, and opinions and there is no changing that. Everyone I have called by name, I have asked their permission first and tried to quote them as accurately as possible. If I refer to someone and they happen to recognize themselves in my writing and don’t like what I had to say, then oh well. I have not, and will not ever be malicious here. I will tell the truth about people, places, and things as I see it. If our truths happen to differ, start your own blog and talk your own shit.
There are certain people who I am hesitant to even mention, here or anywhere else, because they get so bent out of shape if the remarks are anything less than complimentary and praising. But I speak what’s on my mind and I won’t censor myself to spare the imaginary feelings of someone who can’t take a joke or wants to be a sour puss. The only suggestion I have for such people is: DON’T READ MY BLOG! You don’t even have to talk to me if you don’t want to. I’m OK with that because rather than constantly bickering with someone and trying to prove myself to them, I’d rather just not deal.
Life is too short and I’ve been bogged down with enough pettiness to last a lifetime. I’m done with that. Petty bickering? I throw that shit away. I have enough stress just dealing with shit in my own head and trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I don’t need side distractions. I’d love to be able to get along with everyone. There are some people who I would love a better, closer, stronger relationship with; but if it doesn’t happen I’ve got to still be myself and keep it moving.
So like it or love it, these are my thoughts. Take them or leave them. The same goes for me. Either way, I’m fine.