Dear snobby, judgmental, b-hole,
In the last few weeks? I've read four V.C. Andrews books. FOUR.
Also? A book about Sweet Valley High, some fairly terrible (but interesting) memoirs, and several books which are considered "beach reads" or "chick-lit".
I loved every single one of them. I also loved every single second that I spent reading them. You know why? Because while I was reading those books, I wasn't working. I wasn't stressed. I wasn't thinking about what I had to do next. I was not overwhelmed or sad or any of the other feels I've been feeling a whole lot lately.
It's not fine literature. It's not going to change the world nor will it change my life. I DON'T CARE.
For you to get all pearl-clutchy about my library selections when things like this are happening in our world? Perhaps it would behoove you to channel your energy elsewhere.
Thanks (but not really),
Dear Person I tolerate because of our mutual friends,
At some point you might want to start behaving like a reasonable adult would reasonably behave.
Thanks in advance,
Dear Person I actually do love, but am feeling rather put out at these days,
Seriously. It's not all about you.
I know, I know. Both of your parents have done everything they could to convince you otherwise, but honestly? It's not all about you. There are people in your own family who are suffering far more than you have ever suffered and you continue to try to make it all about you when your suffering is largely self-inflicted. It's embarrassing, really.
If you can pull your head out of your ass long enough, please take a moment to consider anyone's feelings other than your own. It might just do you some good.
Dear other person who I'm having mixed feelings about,
History. It is what it is. You can't just rewrite it.
The truth is that you were not supportive of me and what I needed. The truth is, you were downright hateful to me at times and continue to be hurtful on a routine basis even now.
I know it's probably painful and crappy to think about this. I often have painful and crappy feelings about the things I did when I was younger and even more stupid. It doesn't mean I didn't do them though. It doesn't mean that it didn't happen.
It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I don't hate you. I forgave you a long time before you ever apologized because, frankly, I was pretty certain the apology would never come. It didn't come in the way I hoped it would, but I've forgiven you that too.
It is what it is. Please don't try to say it's something else.
Dear everyone who says "I don't believe in divorce",
Divorce is not the Tooth Fairy.
Yes, I know what you really mean is, "I'm certain this is never going to happen to me" and honestly? I hope it doesn't. I said cute things like that when I was twenty too. Keep in mind though, you can only control yourself and your own feelings. If your spouse decides they are done, they is very little you can do about it.
What you CAN do? Is make sure you are prepared just in case your "beliefs" change. Just a helpful tip from your neighborhood Grouch.
Dear other situation that I'm really praying hard to work out right,
Please. Work out right.
Love and hugs and buttered popcorn or whatever you like most.