I just find it hysterical that people get so bent out of shape over being told that my world does not revolve around their opinions! If you think I do this shit to win approval from anyone you are sadly mistaken. I don't need your approval, its not relevant in my life, at all. What I do need is money. If you aren't giving me any, then shut the fuck up.
I didn't start the Facebook Pages, or these Blogs, in an attempt to gain approval or as an ego boost of any kind. I just wanted a place to voice MY opinions, and vent my frustrations, in my own personal, unique, and hopefully slightly humorous way. I never expected any body to "like" the Pages, I have never asked another Page to share mine or promote me in anyway. Some of them did anyway, and somehow 30,000+ people ended up hanging around at my house. That's fine, I am thrilled that I can bring a little bit of humor or joy into the lives of people I will probably never meet. And usually all I ask is that if you don't like something, you don't tell me about it. Even that is too difficult for some people!
Yesterday I was told that I was "ungrateful", "rude", and "In need of therapy", among other things. Just let that all sink in for a minute. Let's take these one at a time. "Rude", sure I am rude, when people are RUDE to me first! If You ask for it, I am happy to serve it to you. Don't get your panties in a twist just because I am better at it than you. As for the whole "in need of therapy" thing, well that's just fucking funny. I have spent the last two years consistently and constantly telling you people that I am crazy, and damn happy with that fact! What the fuck would I need therapy for? I am sorry that some people cannot understand that my crazy is for comedic effect. Yes, I am crazy, because I find it funny. If you don't find it funny, go away. No one is forcing you to look at or read anything I post, and frankly if you don't like me, I do not care. At all. Not even a little tiny bit.
My own parents don't like me and I don't care. Why the hell people would think their opinions are more important to me than my own family I will never know. You are not that special cupcake, get over yourself.
As for the "ungrateful" bit, well that was the best one of all! What the fuck am I supposed to be grateful for? For running up Facebook's stock value? I don't get anything from running those pages, not one red cent. I do get lots of obnoxious people who come around telling me what I should or should not post. I suppose I should be grateful for that? I also get lots of people coming around telling me what a terrible person I am for supporting equality and personal freedom. Maybe that's what I should be grateful for? Sounds like my ex-husband, "yeah, you saved my life, and did everything for everyone for ten years, and I treated you like shit every fucking day for it, but you are being so ungrateful!" Okay fine, I am one Ungrateful bitch then, deal with it!
I will let you all in on a little secret, I LOVE ME, just the way I am. I, personally, think I am the most awesome, wonderful, funny, intelligent, kind-hearted, loving, and beautiful person I have ever met. And no, I am not conceited. Just convinced. It does not matter to me, at all, whether or not you see me that way. I would actually much rather you see yourselves that way. But as someone much more famous than I will ever be once said, "What other people think of me is really none of my business". Or something like that. I Don't want to know, and I absolutely refuse to care.
One person hit the nail on the head yesterday when she said that she loved reading what I post, because I always make her feel better about HER life. That is why I write this Blog. I bitch, I moan, I whine, I complain, all while trying to bring a little levity and humor into the fact that our society is totally fucked up. I probably should let you all in on another little secret though, my life, is fucking awesome! Yes, I am poor, financially, but I am extremely rich in love, in laughter, in joy. When I tell you all how badly I have fucked up my life, I am only really referring to the financial part. The part I never gave a crap about. Well, that and my physical body, I have messed it up pretty bad too, but I am working on that, slowly.
I am not perfect. Never claimed to be even in the neighborhood. I am a mess, but mostly because I choose to be. My interests and priorities are apparently different than a lot of people. I have no desire to fit in. I have no interest in whether or not other people approve of what I think or say, of who I chose to be or how I chose to live my life. Love me or hate me, that's your choice, but if you choose to hate me, I don't need to hear about it. At all. I probably wouldn't like you much either.
Until next time ...
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