Sunday, May 1, 2016

I Wish…

I wish I worried less.
And thought less.
I wish I could sing.
And maybe even draw.
I wish I cared less.
But more.
I wish I hadn’t hurt my knee.
Or my ankles when I played ball.
I wish I had finished college.
But at home instead.
I wish today was sunny.
I wish tomorrow was rainy.
I wish I could live elsewhere.
But still here.
I wish I could spend more time with Hubs.
And definitely my kiddos.
I wish I had puppies.
Dalmatian Puppies.
I wish I was skinny.
But not too skinny.
I wish I was taller.
And girlier.
I wish I had lower expectations.
And higher self esteem.
I wish I could let things go.
But hold tight, too.
I wish I was more understood.
And appreciated.
I wish I could make a difference.
I wish I was less like me.
But still me, I think.

Why Must You Act Like A Dick? And Other Burning Questions

If you arrive to a business (store, hotel, restaurant) already pissed off, why are you surprised when things don’t go your way?

If you snarl at the person trying to help you, why then should we continue to help you?

Why can you not live by the honey bee philosophy?

How is it that you believe everyone is out to get you? Does everyone know you? What do we know?

Is this the worst thing to happen to you?

Do you get out much?

Do you treat your family the way you treat strangers?

Is there anything I can say that you actually WANT to hear right now? Or is it just the sound of your own voice you want to hear?

Do you feel better staring at me with a look that could kill? Does that make you feel superior?

Do you believe the words you throw at others?

Who do you think you are?

Can I walk away from you?

Can you walk back out that door and come back when you can be a decent human being?

Are you ever happy?

Is it all women that intimidate you and thus you act like a pig, or is it just me?

Why must you act like a dick?