I'm Good Enough. I'm Smart Enough. And Gosh Darn it, People Like Me!

I haven't always been a person comfortable in my own skin. There. I said it.

I say that now, a little older, and a little wiser. It's always been with me, that my ass was too big, or my tummy could stand to lose a little. We all have our flaws. We really do. I can live with my flaws. It's taken me a long time to be able to say those words. Its only when other people can't accept our flaws that makes us feel like there's something wrong with us. Society tells us how much we should weigh, or what's appropriate. Last week, Bunny touched on this subject on his blog, but I'm so annoyed right now, I just have to vent. This really is getting to be a habit.

I'm sitting here writing this post, because I had a conversation with someone this evening that offended me to a point I haven't been since I was in fucking grade school. I'm a little hurt and a little offended. It's not often I add people to write about, but I have a feeling he'll come back up at a later date, so we'll call him Scooter. Scooter and I had an amazing chat. Yeah. That's it. A chat. Now, I have on occasion, been smitten, only by the words of a person. It's easy for me to become attracted to a person by their words alone. I love intellectual stimulation and this evening he provided it. It didn't take long for the conversation to stem into this man pissing me off and offending me. I held my tongue the first time. I held my tongue the second time. The last straw was when he made me feel inferior, due to the fact that I have tattoos. According to Scooter, men like him, consider women with tattoos to be fuck buddies and not marriage material. These weren't his exact words, but even when voiced using large, precocious, words, it meant exactly the same thing. Whatever made this man think I would marry someone as uptight as him, and as closed minded, I have no idea.

So I'm fuming. I'm pissed off. I'm hurt and offended. By? Some fucking guy I met once on the stupid internet.

I've decided to give up my Yahoo Messenger for awhile. There's no reason in the world that this should upset me like this. When things like this to upset me to this extent, I think it's time for a break. Anyone that contacts me via Yahoo messenger can call me. If you don't have my number, I probably didn't like you enough to give it to you, so fuck off.

Fuming, I tell you. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! It's his loss.

It isn't that I don't like sweet disorder,
but it has to be judiciously arranged.

-S