Why don’t you mind your own business, please?
That’s probably what I should have said when some lady who doesn’t know me from Adam told me this morning that maybe I “should cool it off with my kid” after I sternly told him that it was enough. Instead, I turned around so fast I made myself dizzy and said that maybe she should shut the hell up. As if that wasn’t enough, an old man who happened to be passing by felt the need to butt in as well and suggested I watch my language.
What’s wrong with people? Why do they think it’s ok to get in the middle of a mother’s talk with her son? Who do they think they are? Where the hell does this entitlement come from? They don’t know us, they don’t know how our day was. They don’t what sparked my remark. They don’t know what type of week I had. That I was sick. They don’t know my life. That I am sick and tired.
Then, once the moment is gone and I breathe and calm down, I wish I were different. Less explosive. Colder. More polite, even if people do not deserve it. I wish I could deal with stress, impotence, disappointment and anger like normal people do, by pigging out on ice-cream, drinking or shopping my problems away. Working out used to be the answer, but when you’re so sick and tired moving from the kitchen table to the living-room couch is as much exercise as you can handle.
But hey. Life is what it is, and I am where I am. And most of the time I would not change a thing. So I’ll shake it off. I always do. Until then though, watch out!
Thanks for passing by: ↓
- First autonomous community elections in the Basque Country today since ETA’s ceasefire
- Basque Spirituality, Religion and Witchcraft presentation at Boise’s Basque Museum
Everybody has unsolicited opinions about everybody else… but the same people that tell you what to do without even knowing you, or how your day was, or what sparked the said remark, are the same ones who would never take a look at the mirror to watch their own behavior. I’m totally with you. Fuck them!
Everybody has unsolicited opinions about everybody else… but the same people that tell you what to do without even knowing you, or how your day was, or what sparked the said remark, are the same ones who would never take a look at the mirror to watch their own behavior. I’m totally with you. Fuck them!
How did you know I really didn’t say “hell up”?
How did you know I really didn’t say “hell up”?
Uyyy Henar, aquí en Suecia la abuelita esa ya hubiera llamado a la policia y te hubiera denunciado a los servicios sociales. Yo tengo que andar con pies de plomo porque yo tambien soy una bomba de relojeria y aquí hay muchos padres que tienen miedo a poner limites a sus hijos asi que estos hacen lo que les sale de las narices. No te preocupes, sigue siendo la misma maravillosa madre, no cambies nada, tus hijos en le futuro te lo agradeceran. Y a la gente que no les guste lo que haces, pues mira….fuck off! Un besazo potxoli!
Uyyy Henar, aquí en Suecia la abuelita esa ya hubiera llamado a la policia y te hubiera denunciado a los servicios sociales. Yo tengo que andar con pies de plomo porque yo tambien soy una bomba de relojeria y aquí hay muchos padres que tienen miedo a poner limites a sus hijos asi que estos hacen lo que les sale de las narices. No te preocupes, sigue siendo la misma maravillosa madre, no cambies nada, tus hijos en le futuro te lo agradeceran. Y a la gente que no les guste lo que haces, pues mira….fuck off! Un besazo potxoli!
Es que son la hostia… Pero sí, yo ya había oído historias similares, así que no sé por qué me sorprendo…
Es que son la hostia… Pero sí, yo ya había oído historias similares, así que no sé por qué me sorprendo…
Hijos de la gran chingada , metetes, siempre con el pico fuera…
Hijos de la gran chingada , metetes, siempre con el pico fuera…
Maja, no veas qué mal me quedé… En fin, así es el país en el que vivo.
Maja, no veas qué mal me quedé… En fin, así es el país en el que vivo.
I would’ve told her to eat shit…
I would’ve told her to eat shit…
She got an earful and I was with Andoni. Oh man… if I’d been alone…
She got an earful and I was with Andoni. Oh man… if I’d been alone…