Tuesday, August 21

My business isn't the company that misery loves

I get it. Today wasn't your day. You were probably already having a bad day to begin with. Maybe with the way the day played out, all the "Good Mornings" that were said to you were in vain. Someone probably made you do something you didn't want to do because another person passed it onto you. This, most likely, repeated itself until it put a damper on your day's outlook. You've had it; I get it. When you felt vengeful, I was an easy target. You've yet to see me become ill-tempered, at least not together or while inhibiting the same space. I understand that the best, not the next best thing, but the very best thing, to do was to take me down. If misery loves company, you'd like me to be your best friend, your associate in discontentment. See, I would've joined you. I actually did for a few hours when I questioned my character and if my habits, which you probably deemed undisciplined, were disruptive. You had me going. I was quiet and remorseful, completely out of character. I've had time to think about it, and I've made a decision. Misery doesn't want me so much today, so I can't accompany you. However, I'll still be your friend. I know you chose me because I wouldn't make a big deal out of it. It was purposeful, and it made you feel better about yourself. I've done it; I'm guilty of it, but not anymore. I'd love to be the scapegoat of why your day went horribly wrong.The people who know me well will defend me. They're probably in a better place, maybe not every day, than you are today. Worrisome doesn't look good on me. Thank you for putting my business out there, which, in my opinion, is thriving. Guess there's really no such thing as bad publicity. I've invested too many hours today in your disgruntled spasm. I hope you know how strong I am. Your attempt to marginalize my strength has failed, and my need to prove that to you is nonexistent. I'm utterly sure that the worst day of my life is already behind me. I've survive way worse things than someone saying that: I'm too outgoing, too charismatic, and too easy to converse with. Because I'm sure that's what you meant to say. Is that a bad habit? To me? No. Did I think so today? Maybe. Will I spend anymore time on it after this post? Probably not. I don't need your apology if/when your conscience kicks in. I've already apologized to myself, for thinking that I should be a lesser self than I am. Somehow, I thought maybe I did something my moms wouldn't be proud of. I did no harm today, and thought not of revenge. She'd be proud. She taught me how to carry others' burdens, and you knew that to be true. I get it. I'll carry you, I'll forgive you, and I'll love you, as I do everyone. You get it? Always.