My GPS is broken
Okay, first – I started this blog at the request (badgering) of a friend, and for a while I felt like I was talking to myself (which I was – which is okay except that it proves that I’m weird because I just said that it was okay, and because people who talk to themselves are weird, unless they are in solitary confinement in prison and then it’s just required), and then today I felt a little “inspired” and decide to converse with myself and HOLY SHIT, I come here and find that someone actually viewed my blog. WTF? So, now I’m freaking out a little, because NOW I don’t really feel like I’m talking to myself – I feel like I’m talking to YOU, only I don’t know who you are, so it’s like there are people evesdropping on me and I’m cool with it. Okay, I AM weird.
Now, on to the inspiration. See, I titled my blog the way I did, because at some point after I turned *cough cough* 40 *cough cough*, I found that every time someone told me to take the “high road”, I wanted to karate chop them in the jugular. If I’m being honest, I normally refer to the road I’m on now as the Fuck You Highway, but I figured I’d tame it down in case someone wanted to google search me. Okay, to be completely honest, it was in case my MOTHER decided to google search me. Whatever.
So, this past week, I’ve been hauling ass down Fuck You Highway. I think I actually even made up a few curse words along the way to hurl at people who pissed me off. I’ve completely lost my filter. My mouth opens and the shit that is in my head comes out before I can stop it. And I lose zero sleep as a result. When I was younger, I chose my words carefully. Now, my words chose to come out and out and out.
Here’s the thing – I can’t even FIND the High Road anymore. My GPS must be broken. OR, I’m finally finding me. I choose to think the latter is more accurate. Let me clarify, I don’t attack people who are not deserving. I don’t stomp on kittens or make fun of fat people. I’m not mean. Okay, that last part may not be true. I could be a little mean, but I’m not a “mean girl”. I don’t ever just lash out at someone. What I do, is never hesitate to tell someone when they are being a total idiot.
I won’t give you the gory details into what exactly spiraled me into this abyss of “fuck you’s”, but I will tell you this. I am a mother. If you are one of these too, then you get it. Hurt my kid and face my wrath. So that’s what took me there, and now that I am there, I’m there to stay. I also blame PMS. But why not? PMS deserves at least some of the credit – unless you are a guy then SUCK IT because you don’t have ovaries.
Is there a point here? YES (sort of). My point is that I am not the least bit ashamed of my ability to stand up for what I believe in, to go toe to toe with a douchebag who deserves it, or to tell someone to their face that they suck. I don’t do it behind their back, they don’t have to question where I stand, and you can bet your ass they will know what I think. Because although I could look down on them from the High Road, I chose to be eye to eye with them. Right here on the Fuck You Highway. Traffic is terrible here.