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Contrary to popular belief, I have my moments where I’m not always chipper, happy and positive (I know; hard to believe…).
My grandma told me growing up that the longer I lived the more I’d realize that- life isn’t fair and people aren’t nice, but that as I got older I’d learn not to care. (Okay, her words were actually that I’d learn not to give a sh**, but let’s keep it somewhat PG).
I didn’t realize it then, but she was right. And the older I get, the less I care what people say. Or think. Or do.
But somedays, like yesterday, I wish I was an anonymous blogger so that I could just spill the beans on all of the things that are irking my right now.
Such as…
…the family members who put together a certain project for Christmas and thought to include everyone in our entire family except us. It was painfully obvious we weren’t meant to be included nor welcomed in their doings. Which is fine. Because I have a project of my own up my sleeve that’s pretty much gonna kick a** and take names when I get it done. So, whatever.
…the person who keeps stealing content, ideas, and information from my website and passing it off as their own. I referenced a certain post I wrote about Blogging, Copyright & Plagiarism and it undoubtedly went unnoticed. No worries. I hear there is a thing floating around called karma.
…some real truths about life as a military wife. There are some things that I’d love to complain talk about, but can’t. Just for the sake of the husband’s job. So, as any good Military Wife would do, I just continue to keep my mouth shut.
…people who don’t mind their own business and insist on making everything that goes on in my life and the life of my family the center of their world. I love that you think we’re awesome enough to discuss around your dinner table, but seriously. You’re kind of sad.
…kids who don’t know how to act in public. Ever. And parents who don’t know how to discipline them and continue to turn the other cheek.
…bloggers who are too big for their britches (a term endearingly used by my grandma when she was around). Having lots of readers, subscribers, followers, etc. is great. It’s what we, as bloggers, all strive for. But you aren’t better than anyone else. We really don’t idolize or worship you because you’re a big deal (on your blog). So…let’s just get over ourselves, hmm?
…people who continually look down on those of us who are self-taught in our profession. Whether we’re photographers, designers, or just small business owners, who says that a college degree is required to be successful? Some of the most creative, intellectual and prosperous women I know in various areas of Entrepreneurship are self-taught. Just because they didn’t spend a fortune on a degree (which is AWESOME for those of you who were able to finish college!!) doesn’t mean they aren’t talented and don’t deserve props for making something of themselves.
…those women who sit around complaining about their children ALL. the. time. instead of being grateful for the fact that they have kids. Especially when there are hundreds upon thousands of people who would give anything to have a child and deal with the “headache” that being a mom is. I know we all have bad days and get frustrated with our kids. That’s life and it’s totally normal. But constantly griping about your kids and wanting to pawn them off on someone else? Not cool.
…same for women who continuously put down their husbands. You married him.
But, I can’t talk about those things today.
So I won’t.
Linking up with Shell @ Things I Can’t Say for Pour Your Heart Out.
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I like this post.
Scratch that- LOVE. The more I talk with you, read your blog, etc I realize that we are a lot alike. It puts a smile on my face. =)
Haha! Thank you, Laura! I love when I find people (like you) who seem to just “get it” and “get me.” Totally makes my day.
Good for you – I hope that was therapeutic, even if you didn’t spill the details. I have some of those same complaints, and some others. You’re not alone, my friend!
I really am sorry about the family thing though. That’s so sad.
It really was therapeutic. Maybe I should consider doing this more often….