I badly hurt my back last night while doing something in the yard. Every single part of my spine made a popping sound that could be heard and physically felt. I thought I was going to be on the ground in seconds, but somehow I made it inside. I don’t have anyone to call that would be there for me, so I texted a few people to let them know what happened and I put myself to bed after taking a couple of Aleve and two herbal muscle relaxers. This morning I was accused of neglecting something I actually DID yesterday morning, minus three I could not get due to bloodshed. I DESPISE being accused of something when someone hasn’t outright spoken to me first. I’d appreciate people using their words, as opposed to making assumptions.
It’s sad when we live in a world where certain types of people can’t appreciate my version of sarcasm without taking it personally. It doesn’t mean you’re a target, it just means I’m snarky!
Because I LOVE being accused of behaving in a manner in which I’m not actually behaving. There’s a difference between disrespect and me being me; opinionated, sassy, and smart. I didn’t know the second had been outlawed. Verify, don’t assume. My brother always says that integrity is who you are when no one is watching, but I think it’s important to be the same in all aspects of life. I don’t do “fake” or “false”. You may not like or love me, you may not understand all of my answers, but at least they’re real, and that is worthy of respect.
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 