Do I think I’m sometimes ugly, mean, and nasty? In the mild sense- sure. But that’s due to one-off situational circumstances rather than internal perceptions. Or external perceptions. I can’t control how others react to me. But I can control how I react to others. And by the good graces of my parents, I’m not an unprovoked lasher-outer. Or even a provoked super lasher-outer.
By that fact alone, I couldn’t find an instance to share with you when I had to get nasty. Like real nasty. I thought long and hard on my way to work today- all 50 minutes hard- about times when people got all mean on me. And not one instance surfaced. I thought about my female-dominated experiences in cheerleading, dance classes, and gymnastics to competitive arenas during my basketball, softball, and track and field days to my highly-charged work environments in the entertainment and advertising industries. Zero.
It’s a good thing here.
I’m mellow. Generally speaking. Or, at least I try to be. The aggressive or rather passive aggressive reactions of others fall by the waist-side when you realize you’re living. Life is not about those moments that move people negatively. They are about the moments that move us in the opposite direction.
So why the need for the mild ugly, mean, and nasty me to even surface? I’m no door mat. I’ll call you out if you step on me the wrong way. After all, I’m from Jersey and we don’t take the dirty. We are the dirty. In the positive-negative, best way possible.
And I’m proud of it.
[Insert smiley face.]