I will start this post by letting you know if you don’t like swearing or are offended by it – don’t read this.

If my house isn’t clean enough for you then don’t fucking come back.  Period.   I won’t try harder next time you just won’t be invited again.

For all those women and men out there who so happily move through their days making other people feel like shit with their endless stream of judgement passed off as harmless little comments or jokes – go fuck yourselves.

There is no reason at all for you to make the comments you make.  I didn’t ask for your opinion, nor do I want it.  I see my life and myself fairly clearly (I think) and I am pretty truthful with myself and the world about my shortcomings.  I am a woman, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend.  I am hardworking, tireless and generous.  I work my fucking ass off keeping everyone’s shit together and if I’m not doing a good enough job for you – that’s your fucking problem.  Your nasty judgements do not and will not make it my problem.  I promise you that my standards are much higher than any you could impose on me and I feel plenty on my own that I sometimes fall short.  I don’t need you pointing it out to me.  I would never point it out to you.  Do you know why?   I would rather build you up than tear you down.  I would rather point out a positive to you than a negative.  I won’t lie to you or shield you from truths that you may really need to know.  However, if I have something to say that will only serve to hurt you or cause you pain, I will keep it to myself.  I am not a nasty bitch.  Even though I have often been called one.

We are our own worst critics.  It is true.  We are so hard on ourselves, needlessly.  I bet that the people who move through their lives ripping other people apart feel worse about themselves than anything and that the comments they make to others are only a glimpse of how they view themselves.  I guarantee that each time you make someone else feel bad you end up feeling worse about yourself.  I bet that the track that rolls through your mind of negative self-talk gets louder and more abusive.  I wonder though, what would happen to you if instead of making someone else feel bad, you made an effort to make them feel better.  Especially if you know they are going through a hard time or having a bad day or even better, if you yourself are having a bad day.  I bet again, that you might end up feeling better about yourself and maybe, just maybe that negativity that lives in your heart will lighten a bit.  You might even one day feel good.  Holy shit!  That would be awesome!

Every effort that we make in our lives no matter the task or situation is absolutely perfect.  We can do no better and no worse because for that exact, precise moment in time that is the exact effort we are capable of.  So try to see yourself as perfect and enough at all times.  And try to be as forgiving and compassionate to others.  We are all doing our best even if that doesn’t always appear to be good enough.

Sorry for the rant at the beginning, kinda, but not really.  The catalyst to this post is a dear friend of mine and she is struggling and she’s too nice to put you people in your place.  So from me to you and on behalf of anyone else who is too nice to tell you to your face.  Please keep your opinion to yourself.  Stop making other people feel bad.  I am not afraid to tell you off and will gladly do it again.