This week in the Latte Mug we are going to discuss quirky dreams that many of you may not know we have.
I have a quirky dream. It is actually maybe a slightly dark or evil dream, but those are allowed too, right? Yes, right, for intents and purposes of this blog we are going to say it is perfectly acceptable. Stay with me. I have a dream that one day I will gain a backbone of superhero proportions. One thing about myself that I absolutely despise is my constant mild mannered and "other people's feelings" over-concern. I tend to care about folks emotions that could care less about the great fabulous poet named Alise. How could anyone not care about how I feel? I'm cute, sweet, and keep everyone laughing. Yet, the imbeciles exist. Because of their existence is the reason I wish to possess, even if for only a day, the strength to deflect and mentally destroy these bad people. I desire to be able to open my mouth and say exactly how I feel, without regard of someone's pout, look of disgust, or intense pain from me stepping on their unrighteous feet. I want to have the death ray of a laser strong side-eye and words and tone to back it up. Really, I just want to stop being verbally stepped on and avenge my fellow soft-spoken, shy, sweet, beautiful souled comrades who never quite can say the right thing when faced with assholes. Can we have just one day to be heard and be respected? I'll see y'all later, I have a fitting for my cape and interviews for my sidekick....
4 comment(s) thus far...:
I think its called the I dont give a sh** power. I could dedicate an enitre blog site to this topic. I cosign your request for said power. Sometimes I want to not care how other people feel when I leave the toilet seat up (never mind why a girl would leave it up in the first place). I want to tell people how I really feel about the stupid sh** they ask me or the stupid sh** they want me to listen to. Sometimes I just want to walk away and know that daggers will NOT be thrown at my back...Do you see what you've started???
I'm with you. Though I think i had this gene when I was younger, why do we teach children to tell the truth and then tell them to not say anything unless its nice? Over the years I have learned tact and restraint. And I often go ages without telling someone what I "really" think for fear of their feelings. Don't get me wrong however I speak my mind, I just don't get into the deep details. Yea I want to not care how you feel... but I'm a lady.
Reciprocity is a helluva thing, ain't it?
My backbone grew in at about 35. That's when I started living by the principle of "If you can't care, I can't care." I have no problem hurting the feelings of those who have no problem hurting mine. I don't try to be malicious, but I only will tell someone when they cross a line. And I live for opportunities to call bullshit!
OK.
This here post-up is gettin' SO old that ...
mold is forming on top of the "Latte".
Amymay, will that help fight off N1/H1?
Need some new reads!
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