it is quite difficult being politically correct all the time... and to be honest, when ppl do it to me, it drives me nuts, how do ppl stand me? haha
sometimes i just have to let loose and stop thinking before i speak, turn off my autofilter and spill the beans on exactly how i feel... and whether anyone hears it or not, meh, doesn't even matter.
but inside i was saying,
- why do i put up with such immaturity? i am not a doctor or a nurse, it is an option to have patient as part of my life. i am not a teacher, or future educator, as they say, forget kind eyes and encouraging words, effin grow, not just up but, a pair. and do i look like a bed? then quit lying and quit relying, cus i don't want no scrub, let alone a scrub with pants on fire.
- i want more. i always want more. is the grass greener? probably not, cus as our fav boy pop star bieber tells us, the grass ain't always greener on the other side, it's green where you water it. well first, i have to make sure i truly like the lawn before i go all TLC on it... hmm but at least i'm pretty sure i've made that decision
- stop blaming me. stop blaming you. make things happen. to make a difference, gotta stop complaining and do something.
inspiration: the movie Grown Ups - "Like when Rob snapped at me the other day, that was scary. And you all thought I was so calm, but inside I was saying "Gloria Nunen, do not call him a bug-eyed sociopath with a little man complex. Do not say that his hair makes him look like a dirty q-tip. Or that he resembles an older, gay Jonas Brother. Or a midget, Filipino Fonzi." - gloria, the elderly hippie wife confessing real thoughts about her husband played by rob schneider
