I used to care too much about being too bold or offensive. And I don't walk the streets with a bull whip waiting for reasons to use it on strangers, but I'm finding out that I just have to be myself even if it's not what someone wants to hear or see. I flipped someone off while driving this week. That was a pretty big deal for me. (Although I attribute that to recent time spent on the East Coast. THANK YOU NEW JERSEY) I'm 30. Shit. I hate saying it. But I am. I drink wine during the work week, recently started drinking coffee, I have songs on my iPod that my kids probably shouldn't hear that I play when I cook and in the car, I suck at life sometimes, but I'm not on any wanted posters and I as a defensive driver who regularly recycles and leaves pennies in the leave a penny/take a penny jar. So, at times, I guess I do give a shit.
As my new FB friend (and admitted stalker) Sarah Jett told me today, "I honestly say, "I don't give a shit..." at least 5 - 10 times a day. It's usually followed by if, who, where, what, why, or when. PS - I just told my boss it was my personal goal to say, "I don't give a shit" 20 times today. His response, "oh no, not today please." My response, "I don't give a shit what you want... I'm doing it."
So, my FB friend (stalker) is also my new hero.
Number of times I used the word shit in this post: 8
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