My best guy friend D. is back with his
cheating/lying EX. I am not thrilled for him like he thinks I should be. WTF? I did not say anything when he told me ( I already knew). I just said,”hmmm.” Which he in turn took it as I was unhappy about his reconciliation with R.
Frankly, I could give a rats ass who he has as a girlfriend. If he thinks he deserves to be treated like sh*t, then more power to him, get after her. He deserves better, I’ve told him, maybe someday he’ll wisen up.
Gah! Why the drama?
I just finished this book. Good book!
I snatched it up off the shelf in a hurry the other day. I picked it because I love the name and I had read a good review awhile back about this book.
Mad River Road……it sounds like a place where I would fit in perfect.
Lately Ive been restless, staying up late reading because my insomnia is back full force. I’ve read hundreds of confessions at veryLiberating.com – Anonymity Sets You Free .
Some of these liberations are heartfelt and say a lot. Others are pretty shallow. Then there are a few that just make you want to laugh out loud.
Here are just 2 that I quickly copied to post here:
I don’t care that you think I’m materialistic. I don’t care that I spend every dime I make on clothes and unimportant material things. For fucksake, I’m single and in my early 20s; if not now, then when?
One of you actually told me that I’m gonna have to have a six-figure salary AND marry rich to keep up with my spending… but you know what?
-NONE OF YOU know what it was like to grow up poor.
-NONE OF YOU know that my earliest Christmas recollection is of me at three years old sitting on the floor, in an empty apartment next to my older sister, and my dad coming home from work with a white kitchen trash bag of used toys, that the wife of a man he did work for gave him to give to us. those were our gifts.
-YOU DON’T KNOW that even though my sister was absolutely brilliant and was able to get a full-ride scholarship to a great private university of her choice; my mom, my dad, and I went without anything new to wear for two years so that she could have airfare and money for books.
-YOU DON’T KNOW what it’s like to actually wear out -and I mean REALLY wear out a pair of shoes. And when I mean wear out, I mean I didnt’ realize why my sock got wet on a rainy day, until i got home and realized there was a 1-inch hole in the sole.
-If after a bad day at work I decide to hit every single goddamn store on my way home I will.
-If I feel like buying another ridiculous Christmas ornament or decoration, I will.
-If you see me with a bag carrying yet another outifit that I have nowhere to wear yet, don’t think it’s the last.
-If I come back to my place with yet another pair of boots for which i’ll have no room in my closet, it’s really my problem and not yours.
In closing, dear friends, Fuck you for thinking that I’m going to care what a bunch of over-pampered, overly-entitled fools raised in wealth have to say.