I am going to apologize in advance for the use of the word "fuck" that might appear in this post. In varying forms. I will try to refrain as much as possible. Day One Post-Election. Weird, Wisconsin's a red state now. Awesome. Neat. Great. Fuck. As usual, we've all lost our damn minds. Shit-slinging, arguing, fighting, crying, panicking, gloating, omg, seriously, WTF, kill us all. I'll be the first to admit that I'm whining. Fuuuuuuck. Redddddd. Nooooooooooo. But I hate arguing politics. I hate fighting about politics. I hate self-righteous assholes. I hate spiders. I hate peas. The list goes on and on.
So this day is a little stressful.
Don't argue with me. I'll swear, stomp my feet, storm away and probably hold a grudge for a while. A long while. I'm a grudge-holder. (Flaw). (Fuck off).
Which brings me to Point Two of this rant: life, in general.
Don't get me wrong, I like life. Hell, I love life. Yay, life. But I keep putting myself into the same situation over and over and over and over. I do not learn from my mistakes. Instead, I look at my mistakes and think, "Hooray! Let's do it again! I bet I can be mistaken BETTER this time!"
Oh no. I am not better at being mistaken. My mistakes just end up being more ridiculous. This time, however, I'm trying to be the stronger mistaken one. Stand up for myself. R-e-s-p-e-c-t, all of that. And I'm succeeding. But, I keep looking at the mistaken situation and think, "But. It doesn't have to be a mistake! It can be right! What if it is right?! I can make it right! WIN!"
Naive, naive, naive, naive, naive.
I am naive. And vulnerable. Gullible. Stubborn. Very much on all accounts. I am usually OK with that. I am who I am. I'm pretty OK sometimes. And I realize I just talked myself in circles here in a very psycho-babble fashion, but it's OK because it makes sense to me and I feel better. Which is all that matters. Obviously.
But the point is: ...
You know what? I don't think I have a point. I just needed to ramble.
The point is this: when life gives you lemons, I say, fuck the lemons and bail.