I piss people off.
I realized that this last week, through a series of different events. I really don’t even try most of the time, I guess it’s just a gift. I have stated before that I’m not for everyone, kind of acquired taste. I am the pistachio almond ice cream of the human world, if you love me? You LOVE me. And if you HATE me? The mere mention of my name makes you feel slightly nauseous.
Funny thing is I’m okay with that, I’d rather be pistachio almond than say, vanilla ice cream. Is vanilla ice cream really anyone’s favorite? No, but most people like it just fine, and will have a bowl if offered. Is it better with chocolate syrup, whip cream and nuts? Hell yeah!! Most people don’t make sundaes with pistachio almond ice cream, it’s a stand alone, take me or leave me, I don’t care if I’m green, I’m still kind of a badass ice cream.
It used to bug me when someone didn’t like me, but I’ve gotten thicker skin. I’ve decided it’s an honor when someone despises me, it means I must be doing something right. I’d rather be different and myself, than bland and fit in. If me over here living my life, raising my children, writing my blog pisses you off? You might want to figure out what is missing in your life to make you care so much.
Unless the whore is reading this… “Hi whore, sorry it didn’t work out like you planned. Maybe if you pout really hard, and cry some of your famous whore tears, and smack your thick thighs together three times your wishes will come true…Nothing? Sorry go back to hating me.” She’s the only person I’ve ever intentionally made hate me.
So I guess what I’m getting to today, is…
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
― André Gide-
So I’m okay with pissing people off.
“I don’t want to be anything other than me
I’m surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I’m surrounded by impostors everywhere I turn
I’m surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who’s noticed?
I can’t be the only one who’s learned
I don’t want to be
Anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have a peace of mind
I’m tired of looking ’round rooms
Wondering what I’ve got to do
Or who I’m supposed to be”
-Gavin DeGraw-
Happiness used to live here...surviving an affair 
Lol!! I took a quiz that told me I’m like that ice cream. I too like not being vanilla
Kelly, your post made me smile, and please don’t stop being my friend, but vanilla ice cream has always been my favorite! 😂. XO YOUR PLAIN VANILLA FRIEND, JOAN
Awww.. come on I L to the OVE Vanilla!! but yeah I’d like a sundae too.. Oh hell I’ll take pistachio almond if that is all you have!!
I’m glad you are you. I seem to fit that category it’s all or nothing either you love me or cannot take being around me.
So not a vanilla person, but LOVE a gourmet vanilla bean scoop! No bloody foul chocolate or chocolate sauce. Pistachio never made it this far south, but a decent licorice ice cream gets me every time.
I’m with you. Totally. I seem to polarise people too. I was already maturing enough not to care so much if I wasn’t someone’s cup of tea – or ice cream flavour, but recovering from this almost mortal wound has expedited the process. Who gives a fuck? Not me often!
Great post x
I think after everything we’ve been through our “give a shit” is broken when it comes to others views of us. I don’t care about others drama filled lives, I’m just over here eating my ice cream trying to raise my kids.
Vanilla with toasted coconut is king! From what I recall, there are 4 phases of womanhood: child, maiden, madonna, crone.
I propose there are actually five. Right between madonna and crone, there is the snarky bitch. I am one of those. No longer bearing children (just raising them into manhood) and too young for crone. This is the phase when bullshit doesn’t stick. When we call a spade a spade.
I just don’t have time for insincere personalities, in my personal life or in my professional. I just don’t have the desire to entertain them that I’m actually listening to their bullshit.
Yeah, I’m a Snarky Bitch and too bad, feel sad 😛
Haha! Snarky bitches of the world unite! (Oh shit, that means we’re in the transition phase to crone. Oh well, like….whatevah!)
Do you reckon it is a life phase or the result of being cheated on? I vote more the latter 😉
I think it’s a little of both! Embrace this phase. Crone is fun, too. My mom did it very well with a dash of snarkiness! 😉 xxoo
Hooray for the Sisterhood of the Snarky Bitches! We rock!
Did someone say snarky bitch???
Look what you started while I was driving across Oklahoma and Kansas today 🙂 I have always said I’d rather be viewed a bitch than weak. So I can take snarky bitch 😉
Yes, yes I did 😉
“Maybe if you pout really hard, and cry some of your famous whore tears, and smack your thick thighs together three times your wishes will come true.”
Best. Bitch-slap. Ever. *LMFAO*
She does seem to bring out the ‘best’ in me.
Thank you.
Just thank you. Not alone and having a life full of humor and laughter and love . It’s gone now .
It’s gone. The safety net was jerked out from underneath me in 2 minutes of reading one stupid email.
Isn’t if funny how my world can disappear in 2 seconds. Keep writing – please stay with me
Hundreds of people around the world groan…you asked her to keep writing? Don’t worry I always have something else to say or write 🙂
Thank You for reading my rambling rants. You aren’t alone mine was an old fashioned, unsigned letter. Ripped my world away, but I’m trying to get it back.
Hugs…