Maybe I've had one too many glasses of wine and therefore, shouldn't post, but this is irritating me more than cat shyt on the sizzling sidewalks of Texas in August.
(Let's that visual sit for a moment.)
And before I speak what's on my tipsy mind, let me say this: My blog was not started, nor do I tend for it to be, a harpy place for me to bitch. I don't want to spew negativity all the time, but dayum, what's UP with the people in my life?
So first I'm told I'm arrogant. Hold a moment while I laugh hysterically. I know I can be viewed as very confident, and most times, I am. But to be called arrogant was a first. THEN to be told that I hate myself...wait, doesn't that directly contradict the so-called arrogance? Is it just me? Have I had one glass too much or do those two statement TOTALLY and completely contradict each other?
I have no idea what the entire conversation was about, really, but finally I asked, "Do you read my blog? Because if you do, then you know me, the real me." This was the answer:
"I try to but you jump around all over the place."
I do?! I mean, DO I?! I realize I ramble, but this isn't exactly a place to write my freakin' high school essays, is it? This is the SECOND person that told me my thoughts "jump around". The first was an agent who read my work and whom I ended up killing off in my novel. This second time was by a new friend that I've spoken to several times, and I recommend here on MY site that you're reading right now. Makes one think of that little phrase about burning bridges, doesn't it?
Do I? Am I THAT horrible to read? Should I delete this entire freakin' thing or believe that some actually LIKE what I have to say? Is it arrogance to ignore the statements, or pure wisdom? And more importantly, do I even care?
No, not really.