Happiness is free, and thank God too… because unemployment is rather stressful financially.
I’ve had plenty of reason to feel bad. Losing a job I needed to survive, watching people I thought were friends vanish as quickly as the dollars in my wallet and being 86’d for life from a place I’ve worked hard to support.
I’ve been a bitch, but I challenge anyone to tell me they’d react differently if they were walking around in my shoes.
I grew up with The Desiderata on the bathroom wall. At 6 years old I remember reading it every time I brushed my teeth. In high school it really made sense and now? I have my own copy hanging on my own bathroom wall. It’s the foundation of my hippie upbringing, and I find myself swimming in it lately.
I can be wicked hateful, and I arm myself with the details most offensive and use them to my benefit like bullets in my very own verbal arsenal. If I want to kick you where it hurts, you’re going to feel it. I’m one supercilious nightmare when inspired to be.
Which isn’t who I want to be, but who I need to be sometimes.
I take a lot of shit. I swallow a lot of pride. I also return the feeling, tenfold-when you push me too far.
I could ramble on and on with an acid tongue and a thesaurus of hurtful adjectives… but it’s just not who I am or who I want to be.
So they hate me. Oh well. I’m not terribly offended considering the facts on the ground.
So my dear friend is jealous enough to post offensive bullshit on my Facebook wall. Oh well. Jealousy doesn’t inspire me to love anyone, and I’m single. I’m fully entitled to inspire jealousy with absolutely no ramifications and beyond that? I know a man who opens his mouth only to bless me with his kindness and affection. Real words from a real man make jealous insults sting a lot less.
I wish I could say I’m surprised- but I’m not- just like I warned him…
J- You do not want to date me. We’re friends. You’re only going to hate me at some point. Trust me.
Guess who was right…
Being hateful only drags me down to their level, something I’ve worked too hard to avoid in the last year.
So I flushed the hateful crap and took my little mangy hounds on a walk. I picked a bouquet of daffodils for the dinner table and hung the sheets on the clothesline. They’re crispy smooth and smell like sunshine and spring time.
I baked some honey wheat bread… and snuggled with my little mangy trio while cracking out on the first season of The Tudors…filling out the millionth job application. I weeded a row in the garden and planted more potatoes. I have about 15 pounds of seed potatoes left to plant… Good lord.
Hi, my name is Jenni and I’m a vegetable hoarder. I come from a beautiful line of hoarding gardeners- and hey… I absolutely loathe store-bought marinara. I may be a size 5 by the end of summer because the garden is out of control weedy…
Bonus! Free daily workout and veggies too? See how it starts? Too much of a good thing is still TOO MUCH.
I’m a little haunted by the silence and boredom in my daily life these days. I had the best interview I’ve ever had in my life yesterday, dinner and a drink with a dear friend last night and another favorite chick sighting this morning.
I know I’m being redundant… but for all the shitty men in my life? I am surrounded by phenomenal women.
My dear friend Miss Wisdom saved me yesterday with truth. Not bullshit flowery nonsense, but real “Get a grip and take your own advice” sort of words. Love her. Love them all…
It takes a real friend to see you making bad choices or flailing. We touched on the sorest of subjects…
W- Why would you go there, when you know he’s there and you know it stings and you know he’s bad for you.
J- I have a crush.
W- You HAD a crush… why would you like anyone who would treat you so poorly?
That applies to so many people in my life right now, it took my breath away. Perhaps I’m a glutton for punishment? Either way- it’s a thing of the past, and I’m cutting the bullshit out of my life at record speed.
Life is too short, and it’s too beautiful outside. My garden is all the challenge I need at this point, and my favorite flowers sprouted this morning.
Baby Bells of Ireland, smiling up at me and reminding me that everything is as it should be.
Life goes on- and happier when you cut the nonsense out of your life. More than that, it’s even better when you learn to love yourself first and let the assholes fall where they may in the hurricane of figuring out how to demand respect from people.
Or how to tell them to go fuck themselves.
Either way? I haven’t been so happy in months and I made a few hundred bucks today getting shit out of my garage.
Purging at a profit… now that’s the kind of chaos I can get behind.
Yeah I’m pissed off, offended and insulted- but I’m also single, smart & funny as hell. I’m doing what I need to do and remembering who I really am, now that I’m away from the cancerous source of suffering.
Welcome to the chaos of my fancy schmancy new life. It’s scary uncertain and full of potential disaster, but when I sink to the point I use my words to hurt someone instead of to free myself- I become an asshole like the rest of them.
No hate. No haterade… and most importantly?
That right there is quite the victory, if I do say so myself.