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whiski_sourI am just not inclined to like people lately. It seems that multiple times a day people that I associate with say things that make me want to smack them in the forehead to turn their brain on (like my mom used to do to me when I was a kid). And it's not big, important things either. It's petty, petty things that just rub me the wrong way.
As often as I am told how rude I am, how I don't consider other people's feelings, that I don't think before I speak, it AMAZES me at the crap these same offended, delicate little snowflakes will post on the Internet. I don't think people realize how much I DON'T say and how often I DON'T hit the enter button.
I know I'm not well thought of for the most part. There's not a fault you could point out that I don't know about. But, sweet Jesus, at least I can say I've actively made the ATTEMPT not to be a raging jackass for all and sundry.
I still end up being a jackass sometimes, but it's either a conscious decision to be a jackass or I'm not realizing I'm being a jackass until much later, usually when someone else points it out to me. But the point is, at least I'll admit to being a jackass.
And this rant became something I did not intend, but I'm not apologizing for it because, for the most part, it does not pertain to any of my dear flist. Therefore, we can call it venting and move on to happier things.
MayDays begins tonight which means there will be lemon shake-ups (and lemon vodka to go into the shake-ups) in my future.
Yes, I think drinking will improve my mood considerably.
As often as I am told how rude I am, how I don't consider other people's feelings, that I don't think before I speak, it AMAZES me at the crap these same offended, delicate little snowflakes will post on the Internet. I don't think people realize how much I DON'T say and how often I DON'T hit the enter button.
I know I'm not well thought of for the most part. There's not a fault you could point out that I don't know about. But, sweet Jesus, at least I can say I've actively made the ATTEMPT not to be a raging jackass for all and sundry.
I still end up being a jackass sometimes, but it's either a conscious decision to be a jackass or I'm not realizing I'm being a jackass until much later, usually when someone else points it out to me. But the point is, at least I'll admit to being a jackass.
And this rant became something I did not intend, but I'm not apologizing for it because, for the most part, it does not pertain to any of my dear flist. Therefore, we can call it venting and move on to happier things.
MayDays begins tonight which means there will be lemon shake-ups (and lemon vodka to go into the shake-ups) in my future.
Yes, I think drinking will improve my mood considerably.
