Right, so the title of this blog has absolutely NOTHING to do with what I have to say. I figured it would discourage my shining fan club of haters from reading - although, if they do - ROCK ON. I've determined today must be National Jackhole Day. All of them are rising out of the woodwork and wreaking havoc. FANTASTIC! Gives me something to blog about, now doesn't it?! On the menu for today's blog? Me.
Yep, that's right. This is all about me. Yesterday I was upset or angry or hurt or irate or a combination of all of those. Then I realized (again) that with every good cause there will be naysayers. I, of course, have my fair share of naysayers. My "fan club" if you will, of haters. The funny thing is, all of them profess to know me or to understand me. Really?
Here's the thing. I don't pretend to be anyone but who I am. I am loud, outspoken, bitchy, sensitive, rude, judgmental, crude, obnoxious, goofy, silly, gassy, intelligent and loving. Yes, loving. If you are someone who means something to me, then you know that I love with everything I have. I would do damn near to anything for those I love. I will defend them, cry with them, hold them, laugh with them....you get the idea. I am also a bitch. If I don't like you, it's usually obvious. That's who I am. Does that make me a perfect person? HELL. NO. Did I say in that description of myself that I was perfect? No, I did not. I'm not a perfect parent, person, wife, daughter, sister, cousin, niece, friend, granddaughter, dog owner, etc. In no aspect of my life am I perfect. I have PLENTY of flaws. Many of them, highly unattractive. It is what it is and I am who I am.
I don't expect everyone to like me. I don't care if everyone likes me. What I don't like is for people to hate me or treat me like shit. I don't like people who don't know me to judge me. Many of you are still harboring ill will because of the deleted blog. You are judging me based on what you read. You are not judging me for who I am. You also do not respect that everyone is allowed their own opinion. Sorry - I'm not sorry.
I was told yesterday that I am a "joke." That same person also made a comment to the affect of "if they really knew you." You're right, if they AND YOU, really knew me then I'd give you a pass to take your shots at me. Go ahead. The thing is, YOU DON'T KNOW ME. You only know what you're reading. You only know what you see in a small part of my life. You only know what you assume.
Another someone shared with me that a hater had posted that I should be ashamed of myself for creating the support page. Really? Since when is it a bad thing to support someone in need? Or is the real problem that you think I'm a hypocrite?
Let me ask you this, do you act the exact same with a group of 10 year olds that you do when you're with your very best friends? If you do, ok, rock on. I don't. When I'm with a group of 10 year olds, I'm a mom. When I'm with a group of my very best friends or with all my bazillion sisters, I'm an idiot. I belch and fart and swear like a sailor. I shove jello shots in my shirt to save them for later. Am I embarrassed? Hell no! Why should I be? When I'm with the people who love me, why can't I let go?
That's what my blog is. I let go. You don't like it? I don't give a shit. YOU don't have to read it. Yes, I am all warm and fuzzy on the support page. I am busting my ass to bring awareness to something that is plaguing this world. I am busting my ass to ensure that kids and adults all over DON'T have to feel how I feel right now.
Basically, what I'm saying is - to my "fan club" - whatever. Hate on, kids. While it may hurt me and piss me off, I know deep down that what you think and what you say doesn't matter and no one really cares.
Yep, that's right. This is all about me. Yesterday I was upset or angry or hurt or irate or a combination of all of those. Then I realized (again) that with every good cause there will be naysayers. I, of course, have my fair share of naysayers. My "fan club" if you will, of haters. The funny thing is, all of them profess to know me or to understand me. Really?
Here's the thing. I don't pretend to be anyone but who I am. I am loud, outspoken, bitchy, sensitive, rude, judgmental, crude, obnoxious, goofy, silly, gassy, intelligent and loving. Yes, loving. If you are someone who means something to me, then you know that I love with everything I have. I would do damn near to anything for those I love. I will defend them, cry with them, hold them, laugh with them....you get the idea. I am also a bitch. If I don't like you, it's usually obvious. That's who I am. Does that make me a perfect person? HELL. NO. Did I say in that description of myself that I was perfect? No, I did not. I'm not a perfect parent, person, wife, daughter, sister, cousin, niece, friend, granddaughter, dog owner, etc. In no aspect of my life am I perfect. I have PLENTY of flaws. Many of them, highly unattractive. It is what it is and I am who I am.
I don't expect everyone to like me. I don't care if everyone likes me. What I don't like is for people to hate me or treat me like shit. I don't like people who don't know me to judge me. Many of you are still harboring ill will because of the deleted blog. You are judging me based on what you read. You are not judging me for who I am. You also do not respect that everyone is allowed their own opinion. Sorry - I'm not sorry.
I was told yesterday that I am a "joke." That same person also made a comment to the affect of "if they really knew you." You're right, if they AND YOU, really knew me then I'd give you a pass to take your shots at me. Go ahead. The thing is, YOU DON'T KNOW ME. You only know what you're reading. You only know what you see in a small part of my life. You only know what you assume.
Another someone shared with me that a hater had posted that I should be ashamed of myself for creating the support page. Really? Since when is it a bad thing to support someone in need? Or is the real problem that you think I'm a hypocrite?
Let me ask you this, do you act the exact same with a group of 10 year olds that you do when you're with your very best friends? If you do, ok, rock on. I don't. When I'm with a group of 10 year olds, I'm a mom. When I'm with a group of my very best friends or with all my bazillion sisters, I'm an idiot. I belch and fart and swear like a sailor. I shove jello shots in my shirt to save them for later. Am I embarrassed? Hell no! Why should I be? When I'm with the people who love me, why can't I let go?
That's what my blog is. I let go. You don't like it? I don't give a shit. YOU don't have to read it. Yes, I am all warm and fuzzy on the support page. I am busting my ass to bring awareness to something that is plaguing this world. I am busting my ass to ensure that kids and adults all over DON'T have to feel how I feel right now.
Basically, what I'm saying is - to my "fan club" - whatever. Hate on, kids. While it may hurt me and piss me off, I know deep down that what you think and what you say doesn't matter and no one really cares.
Thats some expensive tea....
ReplyDeleteLove this, wonder where you got all those fantastic attributes? Could it be you were raised with them? Love you..
ReplyDeleteYou can't please everyone so just continue to be what you are...a mom, wife, daughter, sister, niece, granddaughter, friend, aunt etc... The ones who are saying negative things do not know you and I for one think that is their loss! Love you mucho
ReplyDeleteDear Jamie,
ReplyDeleteI wanted to let you know that I know we kinda just met this summer and such but you have shown me and so many others about hope.. You are a hero to me and others and the way you handle the naysayers is a true example of that! People arent perfect but you are a perfect example of a person with grace! Keep on the great stuff you do and helping those in need! You have a fan club of people who love and support you with everything they have! <3 ya sister!