I for one and, almost exclusively, only do not have a single thing that causes me to point an accusing finger and shout "THIS IS FUCKED UP AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!" I am fully aware that although I seldom feel like it, I am an adult and I all by my wee little self create my life...the good and the questionable of it. I am responsible...for Me. That's unfortunately the extent of my magical super powers.
It's been brought to my attention via email from Mr X that Mr Man's Ms X is on yet another tear. This one as with all the others has one center of all gravitational pull. Me. What I'm sick of is sheep minded people crying over spilled milk, skunt knees and questionable relationships. Shut up, stand up and everybody take responsibility for your own lives and your own choices. The Heather has nothing to do with any of it. I suppose it helps people feel better to be able to devoid themselves of any cause of the effect. And maybe not looking in the mirror is therapeutic but you run the risk of walking out with you skirt tucked into your undies...and you wind up showing your ass. I only wish I were as powerful and influencingly hypnotic as people claim that I am. I feel sandwiched somewhere between being grateful that I'm not an idiot and are more enlightened than most and just wanting to swift kick the world in the f-ing nuts.
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