To Clear the Air

Recently I have had numerous people offer their opinion on what I should do to make my life more fulfilling and happy. I mostly just smile and nod, but seriously? I'm thinking they should all just back the fck off. I like my life, I'm happy, and simply because I don't walk around shooting sunshine out of my ass all day every day; it doesn't give anyone the right to tell me they think I need to start doing so. You know those people who do that? The ones who walk around spouting off about how perfect their lives are? Yeah, those people are full of shit. They aren't trying to convince you that their lives are great, they are trying to convince themselves.

So in an effort to clear the air and avoid my completely coming unglued at the next gentle suggestion as to how to improve my life; I offer these insights:

• I don't have a lot to say most days, so I don't say a lot. That doesn't mean that I'm angry, stressed, depressed, or sad. It simply means that I don't feel the need to talk just to hear the sound of my own voice.
• I can't respond with wit and insight to every single email, IM, text message, tweet, or smoke signal all day long sometimes you will just have to accept a 'yes', 'no', or 'WTF?!' as the only response you're going to get.
•  Sometimes I'm busy working, sometimes I'm busy writing, sometimes I'm busy with something that doesn't mean anything to anyone but me, sometimes I'm busy being a mom/wife/daughter/sister/friend. But sometimes? Well this might shock some folks, but sometimes I'm not doing a damn thing. One thing I'll never be doing is explaining myself to anyone, so stop asking me 'why' I'm doing something. 

I also feel the need to point out here that sometimes people are simply projecting their own dissatisfaction onto others. We all know life sucks sometimes. It's hard, cruel, and stressful, but it's also what you make of it. So your being unhappy with the way your spouse spends your money doesn't mean you can make yourself feel better by telling me that I should make The Husband stop fishing because it's a waste of our money. If I have a problem and I WANT to talk about it I will come to you, don't get involved or throw your two cents in until that time. Stop trying to give me the same problems you have. I've got enough problems of my own, I don't need you creating some for me. 
 
On the subject of my problems, listen to me carefully here because I mean to say this only once, "My problems are MY PROBLEMS." I know that most people are used to the current 'reality show' society we live in now where we post our inner most thoughts on Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, and other social media platforms in an attempt to make us all mini-celebrities. I'm on all three of the services listed above, but the truth is I don't feel the need to talk about every single little piddling pithy problem I have. Frankly some of things I get pissy about have no rhyme or reason and are not valid complaints deserving of acknowledgment. My problems are also no different then your problems, so why would you want to hear them? Does it make you feel better to hear about other people's problems? What does that say about you?
 
So all of that said, here is the current status of my life problem wise. There isn't enough money, and there isn't enough time. See? Same problems you have, nothing special. So...quite anti-climactic, no? Were you imagining something worse? Something like...never mind. I don't care what anyone imagines is wrong with my life. Just know that simply because I don't walk around shooting rainbows out of my every orifice, trailed by a flock of cartoon blue birds, and singing some Disney song; it doesn't mean that there is anything wrong. Also? If there were something wrong? I don't need to share it with anyone.
 
Contrary to popular belief I'm not social, I'm not friendly, and most importantly I'm not a sharer. This blog? Mostly just a place for me to come and vent or tell a story so that I can remember the details later. I don't do this for money or notoriety, I do this so I don't have to actually write in a diary. It's called being lazy, there I said it. I blog because I'm lazy, I don't blog often because I'm THAT lazy.