I was reminded recently that I haven't posted on here in ages.
It's true.
It's not a good sign when two of your last four posts talk about how long it's been since you last posted.
Tonight I'm thinking.
I've spent my whole life stubborn.
Independent.
Snarky.
Sassy.
But I'm starting to realize....
It's not really working for me.
Tonight it was pointed out to me.
I hated hearing it.
I always hate hearing it.
I hate that this time, I might have lost something because of it.
Something tangible, measurable.
Snap.
It's hard to face this reality.
I'm not sure who I am without my attitude.
I've had it so long.
But it's really not working for me.
I'm finding that I'm just making people mad.
I'm hurting people.
Disrespecting people.
And then demanding their respect.
Gross.
I don't want to be Oscar the Grouch.
Nobody really liked him.
Sure, you might have had a soft spot for him.
But the dude lived in a trash can.
And had no friends.
No bueno.
I'd rather be a Care Bear.
They're sweet as pie.
And live in clouds.
Surrounded by other Care Bears.
I just looked up Care Bears on Wikipedia.
And found out that there was a Grumpy Bear.
I don't remember him.
Probably because he was grumpy.
Punk.
I'd rather be Wish Bear.
So full of hope.
And wearing a yellow raincoat.
And looking through a star-shaped telescope.
Operation: Yellow Raincoat has begun.