Someone is really, really getting on my wick at the moment, and making me want to get in their face and take them on.
I resist. I take more meds. But he seriously gets on my tits.
Bad Sista is not helping.
‘Go on! Do. It. You’ll only be saying what everyone else is thinking. And when you think about it, it really would be an act of kindness, how else can he learn, evolve and change unless someone has the courage to hold up the mirror?’
Then Good Sista chips in:
‘For shame! Judge lest ye be judged and cast the first stone! Is there something about this man that you see in yourself? Now go say two Hail Marys and one Our Father.’
I hang my head.
And no. There isn’t. He’s a cock.
So you can stick your penance up your clacker Sista Goody-Two-Shoes :-).
That said, I think it, I’ve owned it, I’ve said it on here, so I don’t have to waste my valuable time and energy rubbing his face in his failings.
I’m choosing my battles now, Shit Stirring Sista! But I secretly like the cut of your jib ;-).
Sometimes it’s not about us. Some people are just arse holes.
Just let ’em get on with it, change direction and focus your energy on something else.
Phew, that’s better! Onwards and upwards……