I am a man of many pet peeves.
So many that I don’t even bother to rank them.
They are deep, they are old, and they are enduring.
Today’s Pet peeve is the following.
Them: Are you okay? You seem really bothered.
Me: Nah…Im a lil irritated but Im not all that Heated.
Them: No, you’re definitely angry.
^—This right here? No. No, No, a thousand times no.
I don’t own much. But My feelings? I own every stitch. I paid for a lifetime of feelings and they come already paid for.
I get to use them as much or as often as I like.
If you ask me how I feel, I am going to tell you.
It’s going to be complex and nuanced…because my feelings are complex and nuanced.
NO, thats probably not how your daddy did it.
Or your Ex.
Or (insert whatever dude comes to mind)
I have suffered from being a little loose with the truth in my past, I am actively trying to overcome that.
What I don’t do…is lie about my feelings.
I don’t sugarcoat them or Bullshit you about them.
And if we have any kind of real relationship, I divulged this little tidbit early on.
When you openly question my emotions, or even worse, flat out call bullshit on them you basically tell me that my feelings are yours…not mine.
You don’t get to do that.
Those are my feelings. Fucked up though they may be. They are mine…and I put them to you exactly as I felt them.
When you make a habit of trying to tell ME how I feel about shit, I make a habit of Not feeling too great when youre around…and telling you about that.
Is this to say This is how im supposed to do it?
This is to say this IS how I do it.
Warts and all, folks…That’s what I’m asking.