Someone commented the other day that he thinks that I’m a little too emotional; a conclusion he made after what he heard others said about my blog. He claimed that he has never read it because he doesn’t want to invade my private life.
I’m like, what??? If it’s top secret then I wouldn’t have been blogging about it.
I guess some people are still living in the Flintstone Age.
Perhaps he meant well (only God and himself knows) and although everyone is entitled to his or her opinion, I’m not about to let what people say dictate what I should and shouldn’t do.
I don’t listen to my mom (sorry, mom, but that's the truth), so what makes him think that I’ll take in what he said to me?
After all, it’s called my life for a reason and since it’s mine, guess what? I get to call the shots.
So what if I’m an emotional train-wreck? At least I’m not that person (yes, it’s a she, AGAIN, but this time it's different from the previous one) who pretends to be your friend, then turns around and gossips behind your back. You may think that you are very clever in your own cunning ways but the truth is that almost everyone you know knows what kind of person you are and they have their reservations when talking in front of you.
I suppose some women just don’t know how and when to shut up.
So if you happen to be reading this, I just want you to know that from the moment he spoke to me, I knew it was you. My advice to you is that you better watch out, or else.
“I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself.” – Oscar Wilde in ‘An Ideal Husband’
Not made of stone,
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