Where is the line when it comes to outing total scumbags? I see folks interacting with a troll of human and I want to burn him so badly.

Jekyll in public: “Keep positive! Don’t let the haters bring you down!”

Hyde to me in private message: “Your friend is a loser who can’t find a job because she’s lazy. She gets what she deserves and you shouldn’t get mad at me because she sucks at managing her life.”

Jekyll: “My ex is evil. I treated her well and she threw away my stuff.”

Hyde: While in a relationship, posts on separate group telling women to show him their breasts because he’s a veteran and ‘Merica. Then when he gets called out and his post deleted, he calls the admins stupid and bitches.

Jekyll: “I’m a true gentleman”

Hyde: See everything above.

Jekyll: “Everyone is awesome. I’ve got cancer, but I’m not going to let it hold me back.”

Hyde in private message to me: “Yeah, well I’ve got cancer and I’m not a loser like your friend.”

Hyde in public forum when he gets outed for being mean and hateful: “Yeah, well I’ve got cancer…” and continues explaining why said illness makes him not responsible for his behavior.

Advertisements

I see a lot of people posting on Facebook about girls not wanting the nice guy. Mostly it’s men bemoaning the fact they’re awesome, but all girls want is a bad boy.

Well, it’s not surprising considering how many of us were raised.

Travel back to kindergarten. You’re 5-years-old and you are rocking an awesome new winter hat (true story). It’s great. It’s even got one of those fuzzy tassels on it. And then this doorknob comes over and pulls the tassel straight off while laughing at you. You’re upset. You go home and tell your mom/dad. How do they reply?

“Oh, it’s just because he likes you.”

Lesson learned? Guys do horrible things to girls because they like you. So they tease you. Push you down on the playground. Make you cry, because they “like” you.

I’m not teaching my daughter that.

If she asks me why Billy pulled her hair, I’m going to tell her it’s because he’s a jerk. Straight up. It may hurt her to learn that people are mean for the sake of being mean, but it’s better than setting her up for a lifetime of heartache thanks to abusive, shitty boyfriends.

I’m going to have a scar on my hand.

Because of tater tots.

If that doesn’t up me a level on the fat-kid scale, I don’t know what will. 

It’s disheartening to see so many people lack forgiveness. People are fallible. We make big mistakes and small mistakes. Doesn’t matter if we’re rich or poor. Famous or a “nobody.”

We screw up, but we shouldn’t be measured by those actions. We should be measured by our ability to apologize and forgive.

And just in case you need a little perspective: “For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.” – Matthew 6:14-15 

And a dash of Buddhism, too: “In a controversy, the instant we feel anger we have already ceased striving for the truth, and have begun striving for ourselves.”

In honor of my cholesterol dropping from 265 to 160….

 

Guava pop tarts.

Guava pop tarts.

 

I baked with butter! Lots of butter.

I always start these posts by backing ass first into what I mean. Why? Because I lack the testicular fortitude to come out with it. So let’s see if I can do this the right way…

I’m pissed off at myself. I made a string of bad decisions, mostly because I didn’t listen to my gut. I’m angry that I let myself swallow down the fact that I was dating a guy with serious control issues. I liked him so much in every other regard that I tried to overlook the fact that I was heading into something that had the potential to be emotionally abusive. I’m fucking smarter than that. Had he not ended it, would I have had the courage to do it when the time was right? I don’t know. And that drives me batshit crazy, too.  

Just when I think I know myself fully, I learn of another weakness. I hate weakness. Especially in myself. I want to tear into it, chew it up, spit it out. Another mental note. Another mental scar. 

 

“When you act like nothing ever happened
I feel like I should feel bad
But I can’t like someone who thought
They’re the only one that mattered
I hope that you’re flattered
Cause you broke this down
The best thing that you never had”

Butch Walker speaks to me in ways I don’t even understand myself.