June 1, 2010
Man, it’s tough to see people happy, isn’t it?
Well, no. Actually, it isn’t. I love to see people happy. Genuinely happy.
But recently, I’ve seen and heard so many miserable people try to break others down. I just don’t get it. Why waste your energy looking for others’ faults? Are you that bored with your life that you have to use mine to entertain you? Even worse, when you don’t know what’s going on in my life, you start making assumptions or fabricating stories about me.
I say, go ahead. I say, thank you for thinking I’m so interesting. Your chatter is nothing but fuel for this fire.
On the flip side, I don’t understand why it’s so difficult to just be who we are. We, as in, me, too. I’m fully aware of my flaws — and there are many. But people consistently put on “fronts,” parading as people they aren’t but desire to be. It’s one thing if you’re using that to better yourself, to create a persona to which you aspire.
But, then, there are those living a façade. The ones parading their “perfect” marriage or expensive cars or intelligent children when they have no idea who that person they’re married to really is, they eat Ramen noodles so they can pay that pretty car note and their children are learning to write with “texty typo” instead of the English language.
When you aren’t happy with you, it’s time to make a change. Fix it. Accept the person you are. Do you. I got this. Besides, you’ll never figure me out. And you’ll never see me coming. Of this you can be sure: You will see and hear my stilettos click-clack in the distance. Or on the perpetual TV screen in your mind. As my son likes to say, “I’m way aheadaya.”